#not like Elliot wouldn't know any

[hearthomelesbian]

who would win: the devs literally saying that glados is into chell and writing that into the text of the game via multiple songs and scenes as well as deleted scenes and interviews VS 1 fan theory that glados is chell's mother based on exactly 1 easter egg and the lyrics to a song that were improv-ed by an actress in a language she doesnt speak and that doesnt line up with the canon information or timeline

[anarkhebringer]

I made the mistake of zoning in on OC thoughts with a game, as I do, and now I have a Stardew Valley AU for Null Number where he gets with Elliot. He keeps Elliot in check while making sure he rests, as well as encourages his writing.

[dearestzaychik]

Our Forsakened Destiny.

[ Forsaken x Isekai'd Reader! ]

[ Gender Neutral Reader! ]

TW : Some Cursing then and there..

WORD COUNT : 6,092K words!

NOT PROOFREAD. Please do tell me if there was any mistakes whatsoever!!.. Because I'm not proofreading a 6,092k worded chapter..

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Chapter 2

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READER'S POV.

Knocking can be heard at the door, as you opened your eyes to the sounds. You didn't have to reply, As the figure that was knocking at the door started talking either way.

"..Hey, Elliot here. I just wanted to let you know that soon, the rounds start again. You slept for a hefty while, but we decided to wake you up early so that you'll be able to talk to the others. As well as to talk about your Abilities and Role. We'll be waiting downstairs!- No rush for you of course, but Builderman said he hoped you get ready as soon as possible."

Elliot mentioned, before footsteps were moving away until it was no longer there. It was still dark outside, as the realm never seemed to have the concept of day. It would be hard to know what to tell what time it was, but this was probably considered morning for them. You had no time to loose, so you got up and started to get ready. Even if you felt a bit anxious at your own situation, running away from it was not the wisest answer.

Before you headed out, you looked at your Stats and Abilities once more.. and they finally have something written down on them that's for sure.

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ROLE : Support.

DIFFICULTY : ★★★★☆

HEALTH : 90

STAMINA : 90

ABILITIES :

Short-term Relief

- Bottoms Up and Cheers!

• This active ability allows the user to give out Pain Pills, making way for a new mechanic, TEMPORARY HEALTH.

If you need a quicker way to provide health, this is the quickest way you'll be able to get it for! This Survivor can share Pain Pills through out the round, and can even save a life in need if used right! It gives 65 health points that diminishes over time. Although.. One wouldn't recommend using it more than 1 time for each survivor.

If a Survivor manages to get their hands on another batch of Pain Pills after the first one.. They'll be inflicted with Nausea 2, and if they were to drink 3, Not only do they get inflicted with Nausea 4, The Health Points diminish faster as well as chipping off 5% of their actual health. This is not able to kill the Survivor, leaving them in 1% health if they were to drink a third time. At last, if the Survivor were to drink 4 or more, they will be lead to an Instant Death depending how lucky they are to live after each drink. The Cooldown is 35 seconds.

The Thrill of our Misfortune

- I don't like this chase, I'm out!

• This active ability allows the Survivor to gain access to three Adrenaline Shots, and is able to give them out or use it on themselves.

More on said, This Survivor not only carries Pain Pills, as well as 3 sets of Adrenaline Shots in which they can drop to share with other survivors or use it for themselves. The survivors are locked into an Adrenaline Rush, no longer fearing the Killer as they get a boost to get away. It can give Speed 2 for 5 seconds, as well as 45 health points that diminishes over time. Once all shots have been used, theres no other way to get these back so make sure you use it wisely. The Cooldown is 40 seconds when used, 35 seconds if dropped for another survivor.

Desperation.

- I don't belong here.

• This passive ability grants the Survivor Nausea 1 every 30 seconds and lasts 15 seconds when they aren't near at least 3 meters to a survivor, but gives Speed 1 for as long as they haven't encountered a Survivor nor a Killer, as well as 30 health points that diminishes over time when their alone and already injured.

This Survivor feels very uncomfortable even when not in a round, its best to provide them with Company to them to make sure they don't feel so.. out of place.

During Last Man Standing, due to the pressure this survivor is experiencing, Nausea 1 will stay for the remainder of the round, and Speed 1 will be given for only 15 seconds before the effect fades away, then 50 health points that diminishes over time will be administered to the said survivor after the effects are no longer present. Because of this, it leaves the Survivor very vulnerable when it comes to Last Man Standing.

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Seems like Nausea will be your friend in the long run with the amount of Nausea status effects you can get in your kit. Your kit looked really complicated, hell you couldn't even seem to comprehend it right now to say the least. Whoever planned these abilities definitely wanted you to suffer.

None the less, there was now a Difficulty and your HP stats and stamina changed. It seemed balanced enough, but you still didn't get why you would be Difficulty 4 out of 5. Back then you were just a normal human being working a minimum wage job, nothing can be deemed special to your old life to have an entirely complicated kit like this..

Getting ready, you opted for a quick shower before changing into clothes that was exactly the same as your last pair before slipping on shoes and opening up your door, only to see a figure with a Pumpkin head opening their door at the same time as well.. Dussekar stared at you as you stared at him, having a minute of silence as both of you didn't move, before of course he took the intiative to break the silence.

"You must be the new survivor of this morning. You're presence will hopefully, be lovely."

Dusekkar stated, his legs never seem to touch the floor as he levitated off the ground. Honestly, you almost forgot he spoke in rhymes and riddles. Mentioning your presence, you remember how some survivors have different opinions of one another, as back then your friends mentioned about tensions and relationships between characters during the time you played..

"..Hello, Goodmorning."

You replied, even if it wasn't day at all outside the window, it seemed to be considered Morning for them. Dusekkar nodded in acknowledgment, holding their staff as he went ahead to the Lobby. You followed close by, fiddling with your hands. Soon enough both of you made it through the hallways, reaching the Lobby where the rest of the survivors are. Shedletsky and Builderman spotted you first, seemingly looking at something as Shedletsky raised their hand.

"Yo, Dusekkar and New comer! Over here!"

Shedletsky yelled out, signaling for both of you to come near. As you did, they seemed to have been looking at your stat and abilities. Seemingly investigating and looking at what you can do.

"It seems like they're a support."

Builderman blankly stated, looking at the stats as he seemed to have already figured out your kit faster than you did. Looking up at the message, there was something stated there.

NEXT SURVIVORS FOR THE NEXT ROUND...

Builderman

Two Time

Chance

Pharmacist

Noob

007n7

Shedletsky

Pharmacist.. That might be the title your called as. It seems like there were only 7 survivors playing this round, the others that weren't mentioned seem to get a break for one round at least. Its weird how you were called Pharmacist than your actual name, but its a decent title none the less. A Pharmacist, huh. Right, that was what you wanted to be when you grew up. But you never managed to suceed in actually following that career path, with that said.. There was indeed a reason why you wanted to be a Pharmacist back then, but you can't seem to remember why. Snapping you from your thoughts, Dusekkar, Shedletsky, and Builderman were looking at you, seemingly waiting for a Reply.

"Well?"

Shedletsky said, tapping the table as he waited for your response. Builderman shook his head, seemingly making up a decision for you.

"..They didn't seem to hear what you asked, but its fine. They can stick with me so that we can avoid that passive of theirs."

Builderman stated, glancing at you before he looked at your abilties and stats once more. He will most likely and definitely help you during this, considering he was a support as well.

"Also, This might be for you as well. It was in front of the front door earlier."

Builderman quickly added, seemingly remembering something as he picked up a Belt that had 3 adrenaline shots, as well as a container for Big Batches of Pain Pills.

"If that's one's case, then I shall take my leave. To prepare for the next round, is my current top priority."

Dusekkar said, patting you on the head as they seemed to have acknowledged your abilities.

"This shall be your first round, So one will wish you Great Fortune during this expedition."

Dusekkar wished you Good Luck, but in a somewhat fancy way.. None the less, he meant well that's for sure. Without waiting for your reply, they levitated away seemingly off to do their own thing as they weren't up for this round.

"Dusekkar is always so conservative, but I tell you he means well!"

Shedletsky said as he glanced at the Pumpkin figure gradually faded away from View. After Dusekkar left, he looked at you with a positive smile.

"There's still time until the round starts! Why don't you get along with the other members of the team? Off you go now!"

Shedletsky said, seemingly wanting you to interact more with the others as he gave you a little nudge that you needed to walk away. Giving you a thumbs up before talking to Builderman about the upcoming round.

In the actual Lobby, most of the Survivors were there. Even some of the survivors that you didn't manage to meet yesterday were there as well, all of them minding their own business or preparing for the next round. Elliot seemed to spot you as he waved, coming up to you with a bright smile.

"Hey, Have you met Builderman and Shedletsky yet? I heard they wanted to discuss your abilities. None the less, I won't be there to support you next round sadly.. But Im sure Builderman will find a way to teach you how to be a great support for the team!"

Elliot mentioned, patting you on your shoulder as they seemed to have hoped to teach you how things worked around here. A figure behind Elliot seemed to appear, looking behind him as they had a blue shirt and green pants.

"I-is this the new survivor..?"

They said, stumbling on their own words as they looked to be a bit afraid by your presence. Elliot looked behind him before smiling again, moving aside and showing the said figure. Noob jumped at the sudden movement Elliot did, but they still managed to stand still without freaking out at least.

"Meet Noob! Don't worry, They're nice."

Elliot stated, but the second sentence seemingly more so to Noob than for you. Noob looked at Elliot and then back at you as they didn't seem to know what to reply, after all they were described as Quiet and Withdrawn even after gaining more friends from this Realm..

"..Hello, It's nice to meet you Noob."

Deciding that you should take the first move this time, They seem to flinch as you offered your hand for a hand shake. After a moment or two, they took your hand and shook it lightly. Avoiding your gaze as they looked down.

"..It's nice to meet you too."

They replied, still a bit frightened but they managed to give a small smile. You took your hand away as you can feel someone staring at you, looking behind, you can see a pale-skinned robloxian with black scene-like hair. Just blankly staring at you as you stared back at them. It was a silent showdown as none of you seemed to speak up about the awkward staring contest between you both. Before of course, Elliot stepped in once again.

"..Ahh, that person over there is just Two Time. They might come off at the wrong glance at first but their decent."

Elliot stated, mentioning how Two Time is known for being a little bit insane in the membrane.. None the less, Two Time diverted their gaze in another direction as soon as Elliot is finished, seemingly off to their own little world once more. In another corner of the room, There seemed to be a person with a blue shirt, having a burger ontop of his head. But before you can even get any interactions with him, Noob patted your shoulder as they signalled you to look up, seeing that the timer's countdown was almost over.

"T-The round is almost starting.."

Noob said, stammering between their words once more as they seemed to be preparing themselves for this round even if they looked like they didn't want to participate any longer.

"..Good luck, You two."

Elliot stated, looking at you and Noob with a look of worry. You weren't even given time to say anything as your vision faded to black.

[ THE ROUND HAS STARTED. ]

Opening your eyes, You seemed to be in the Glass Houses map. Nobody seemed to spawn near you, so for the time being you were alone for now. What did spawn near you was a Generator, you might as well complete it to for the team and to not be completely useless.. While doing the Generator, there was seemingly a Menu you can open during the round, floating beside you as you can see the remaining time of the round as well as both your stats and your other teammates stats. This was definitely gonna be useful later on deciding who can get prioritized for temporary healing and actual healing later on.. A sudden feeling of panic eased within you, as your heart was beating louder and louder. Was this the passive ability you had? But it hasn't been 30 seconds yet, and you were just halfway done with the machine when Sudden Spikes appeared from the ground and blocked most of your exits besides the exit that you had to walk up through stairs to get out. Looking up, You could finally see the Killer as realization sets upon you.. John Doe was the killer. Probably from last round's events, the other killers were probably notified of your coming. And looking at his face, he seemed to look like he found the right survivor to toy with.. along with that, A sense of Nausea slipped within you, what a great timing of events.

"..So, This... is the New Comer."

John Doe managed to say, even though he was mostly mute in the actual game, in this reality you find yourself in he actually is able to talk but seemingly not much, showing how the Corruption affects him. Enough about needing to talk to the killer, You can do that any time. Right now, you didn't want to die. Especially the fact that you have not ever experienced death in this realm once, getting Impaled by a spike and ripped apart into two was NOT a pleasant way to die. Immediately shotting up to your feet, you quickly made your way up the stairs to the somewhat second floor of the building even with the Nausea you had during this. Looking down, you were steered away for a bit due to the height. In game, you were just playing a silly little pixel game. So the drop didn't seem much at first, but now that you're actually here.. it was steeper than expected. But John Doe was following close behind you, so you had no other choice but to Jump. Jumping off, you survived the jump successfully, but you lost balance as you landed and fell to the floor while at it. You swore you could hear John Doe's laughter up there, seemingly seeing your pathetic attempt to get away from him.

"You need to work on that landing of yours."

John Doe stated, easily following behind you as he jumped off so effortlessly and landed successfully as well. He was about to hit you with his clawed arm before..

BANG!

The sound of a explosion ran out through the air, pausing John Doe's movements as both of you looked at the side, seeing Chance who had a awkward grin, holding his now destroyed gun that exploded on him instead of stunning the killer.. Well, it did seem to stun John Doe at least from the sheer stupidity of the situation, so Mission Failed Successfully?..

Seeing the Opportunity at hand, You stumbled onto your feet, before running at Chance as you handed him Pain Pills before running off in another direction. John Doe seems to have scoffed at this action, before immediately changing targets as he chased Chance, who looked to be very grateful for your ability to say the least. After you deemed you've ran far enough, you stopped to catch your breath, noticing how your body trembled just based off of how much your hands shook. Right, all that you did was something you acted upon instinct. You didn't actually expect to be able to pull that off, especially knowing how Lazy and Carefree you were back then.. Clapping can be heard, as you looked up to the source to find Shedletsky, impressed by what just happened.

"Not bad at all for someone who just got here Yesterday!"

Shedletsky stated, before he suddenly got hit by a wrench as he winced from the pain. Stumbling back to the side, he revealed Builderman who was seemingly behind him this whole time.

"Talk later, Chance needs someone to distract that thing."

Builderman stated, behind him a Dispenser that he has built for the round. Shedletsky realized this as he checked the status, with Chance only having 67 HP left, and 30 of it was his actual health. Seems like he got hit once already, and with that Shedletsky quickly left, waving a quick goodbye as you were now left alone with Builderman.

"..I didn't manage to find you before your Passive activated, so I do apologize for that."

Builderman suddenly stated, checking the status of his machines as he noticed that his Sentry was down. Before you can even say anything in reply.

"You think ya' can handle being Alone for a bit? I just need to place down a sentry for these sentinels."

Builderman stated, looking at you as he adjusted his tool belt. You could only nod in reply, he gave a small smile and started walking away.

"Your work is much appreciated."

And with that, Builderman faded out of your view. Your left alone with the dispenser.. Oh wait, someone was near the dispenser and you didn't even notice until now. Not even Builderman seemed to notice him before he left, As 007n7 was near the Dispenser getting healed. It seemed that he just got here, having serious wounds as he was probably hit pretty badly by John Doe probably when he started chasing Chance, probably Body Blockeing so that Chance wouldn't die right off the bat. You didn't need to say anything else, remembering how Meos used to yap to you about 007n7's backstory to say the least.. if you were right, this man was the Adoptive Father of c00lkidd. 007n7 seemed to notice you staring at him, before he averted his own gaze.

"I understand if you do not want to interact with me in any way, but I do hope my presence and background doesn't dissuade you from helping someone like me.. But I don't blame you if you do of course..-"

007n7 stated, still looking away as an awkward tension fell before you two. You almost forgot, Almost every survivor disliked 007n7, especially knowing his misdeeds in the past. But you yourself didn't know much about him, only knowing about him being an Exploiter back then. None the less, he seemed to be trying his best to help the team with body blocking despite the situation. You didn't really know how to reply back to 007n7, especially with this heavy tension in the air. You could only look at the man before you with sympathy, before you dropped one of your Adrenaline Shots. While at that, 007n7 looked surprised that you even gave something. He hasn't done anything good for you, has he?..

"..Thank you for your work."

You muttered out, slightly repeating what Builderman said to you. 007n7 looked surprised as he looked at you with such shock. You stood back up and left him with the Dispenser, not bothering to look back as he himself didn't reply to you. Only grabbing the Adrenaline Shot you gave him as he stayed a little longer near the dispenser to heal up.

As you roamed around, with the machines being completed and picking up a Bloxy Cola along the way.. You happened to spot Chance once more, He doesn't seemed to be getting chased anymore, meaning John Doe went after a different target as he was sitting down leaning onto the wall while flipping his coin. He seemed to have spotted you as well as you went up to him.

"..Thanks for the Pills back there, It definitely made me see another day that's for sure. You think you can spare me an Adrenaline Shot at the moment?"

Chance asked, fixing his hat as he had a new gun that was fixed as well. With that, he stood up despite his Injuries as started flipping his coin once more.

"Oh.. Sorry, I can't give one at the moment. I just gave one to 007n7, and I can't give another one for a few seconds. But I do have this.."

You replied, taking out the Bloxy Cola that was hanging off your belt as you gave it to Chance. He only nodded and took the Bloxy Cola you gave him, not bothered by the fact that your Adrenaline Shot was currently unavailable.

"Oh, That Awkward Fella? Its all good, he deserves it for sparing me a hit or two. But Two Time on the other hand... wasn't so lucky to get away."

Chance mentioned, frowning at the thought. You didn't even realize Two Time was dead, looking at the Survivor's list and Two Time was indeed in fact dead. Every other survivor took a hit besides you and Noob, who was probably hiding and doing the last machines for this round.

"..None the less, I appreciate the gesture. Don't worry that fella got transported back to the Lobby and didn't actually die but... It might take you a while to get used to it so that's just a heads up for you."

Chance said, looking at you as he grinned once more. You could only wonder something that happened earlier, and your curiosity got the better of you.

"..Why did your gun explode on you?"

You asked, before a short silence filled the air. Chance's expression went blank, probably remembering the pathetic attempt at trying to stun the killer earlier. until it was replaced with a toothy grin, as he tried forgetting that ever happened.

"That's because I load extra gunpowder in it, nothing more, nothing less.. Its all good though, so you don't have to worry."

Chance stated, trying to save himself some dignity as he continued to flip his coin infront of you, but it always seemed to land on tails. Which seemingly made him more frustrated to say the least. Who wouldn't be?

"Now why would you do that..-"

Chance paused once more from your question, thinking about it before he shrugged, flipping his coin once more as it finally started landing on heads.

"..'cause where's the fun in that?"

He said with a proud grin, before he stopped flipping his coin as he finally got 3 charges. While at that, he started walking away once more.

"I would ask for more Pain Pills, But Shed needs it more right now. I'll go ahead and find either a Medkit or Builderman's dispenser somewhere here, but its best you go to Shed's aid."

Chance said as he left, leaving you more dumbfounded than ever by his own answer. So this little shit just loads in extra gunpowder for shits and giggles.. you could only sigh at his answer, before taking the initiative and got moving once more. After all, Shedletsky and the others still need your help. but you can't help but feel a bit guilty about Two Time's case. Even if you were a support that had healing abilities, your abilities were only there to give relief momentarily. You weren't paying attention to the Survivor Status as well, so you wouldn't even know that Two Time was dead if Chance didn't point it out. You remember how the whole entire fandom hated Two Time specifically, the intense backlash they gets due to their "useless" kit made everybody dislike them. You can't help but reminiscence on the times where Peanut tried to defend Two Time's horrible kit with their own life.

As you walked further and further from the direction you were once from, you could slowly start hearing yells and chattering amongst the silent night. As you got closer and closer, you could spot spikes from the ground. Your definitely getting close. As you ran, you could see John Doe still chasing Shedletsky due to the fact he had half of his health left. With your CD finally over, you used your ability as Shedletsky gained extra health temporarily as the Pain Pills quickly kicked in. John Doe seemed to pause from this, before he slowly turned to you, seemingly fuming with rage.

"..You annoying, little BRAT."

John Doe stated, before he suddenly started chasing you. This was most definitely your queue to run as John Doe followed close by, his anger seemingly reaching its peak from you healing the survivor he was chasing after. Who wouldn't be? After all, you yourself raged when an Elliot healed a survivor you were about to kill back when you were the killer.. Okay, that really shouldn't be the focus right now. Especially considering how close John Doe really was to you and the fact your stamina was running out.

It wasn't long before you felt a sharp pain at your back, being slashed by John Doe. His slashes were absolutely painful, but you weren't dead just yet at least. You got back at your feet as you looped around John Doe, going back to where you left Shedletsky. As you went back, you can see Shedletsky and Builderman with a sentry deployed right in front of them. Before you can even seem to get to them though, Spikes appeared from the ground as not only did it hit you, but blocked the pathway to them as well. Landing onto the ground, you couldn't help but wince in pain. Before you can even try getting up, you were kicked so that you wouldn't be able to. The very person that stood before you was John Doe, who definitely had intentions of murdering you with how bad his glare burned onto you. He scoffed, his spiked arm going under your chin as he forced you to look up to his Malicious Smile.

"..You're out of Luck, you bothersome fool. I'll make sure your first death will be a painful one."

John Doe said, as he was about to strike you with his other clawed hand once more.. Hah, You really fucked up this time, didn't you? Nobody and Nothing can save you now as you closed your eyes and waited for the inevitable until...

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[ The Round has Ended. ]

[ Survivors Won. ]

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JOHN DOE'S POV.

Seeing this New Survivor flailing around on the ground like a pathetic worm felt great. Especially after all the shit they pulled off as well. It was fun at first, but its starting to get irritating knowing this Survivor was another annoying support to say the least. But he couldn't help but Smile, seeing how frightened they really are. A taste of their own medicine, they said. This was just another victim for his own games, as he was about to strike them before..

Everything went black, he was back in the Lobby again. As he processed everything that was happening, he felt his anger rising once more. Grabbing something and throwing it across the room, that very item that was thrown being a Sword. And the person right across him was 1x1x1x1, almost getting hit by the said Sword but none the less remained Unphased as she stayed quiet. What a weirdo.

"..Seems like the new Survivor got under someone's nerves pretty quickly..."

A voice rung out from the room, with c00lkidd stating the obvious. Scoffing from his statement, glaring at the child as c00lkidd immediately put their hands up and shutted up, not wanting to make him angry even more. Jason didn't seem to be present in the main room, probably off to do their own thing. John Doe didn't have any more business done here as he went back to his room, his spiked arm dragging across the floorboards. He only managed to kill 1 survivor from the 7 survivors last round.. He'll make sure he'll wipe them all next time.

"..H0w B0th3rs0m3 1nd3ed."

1x1x1x1 stated, agreeing at John Doe's last statement as he looked up at a screen that was broadcasting the round as the screen only shown a Pain Pill left on the ground before the screen itself finally went away.

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READER'S POV.

You waited for the inevitable to happen, expecting something painful yet.. nothing seemed to happen. Opening your eyes, your back to the Survivor's Lobby as you were sitting on a Table with the other remaining survivors. You actually survived that, and your injuries seemed to be gone. But where it was felt sore and a bit painful if touched to say the least, but what matters was that you survived. Your hands were shaking once more, but this time you couldn't tell if it was from fright because of the experience or if it was from the sheer happiness that you managed to actually survive. Some of the other survivors like 007n7 and Noob seemingly got up from their seats and went away, probably to have either some alone time or back to their room.. or both. Chance got up as well, walking up to Elliot and asking for a Pizza. Two Time was no where to be seen, and Shedletsky and Builderman stood up as well, but seemingly looking at you as they seemed to be relieved.

"..You did well, I'm honestly surprised how ya' managed to survive that

Builderman stated, his accent seemingly slipping in as he looked at you with a furrowed expression. Although his words were definitely sincere, his furrowed expression was practically screaming the fact that he seems to want to scold you for your reckless actions, but didn't as you were new after all, its common for this to happen..

"I wonder how Lucky this New Addition can get.. I swear, you might be even more lucky than Mr. Exploding Gun over here."

Shedletsky stated, mentioning the failed attempt of a stun from Chance as he probably was looking at each survivor status during it to find out what was happening.. Chance came back, with pizza in his hands as he scoffed, frowning as he didn't want to remember that once more.

"..That was only one time during the round...-"

The other survivors started chatting amongst themselves, With Shedletsky and Chance seemingly teasing and making fun of eachother's misses as Builderman just seemed to watch like a disappointed parent while Elliot watched as if he has seen this multiple times already. Everybody seemed to be so well connected already.. well, most of them at least. But something felt off, and you couldn't help but wonder yourself.. Will this Peace last forever? Who knew. But right now, enjoying this moment felt like the right thing to do.

Your enjoyment was definitely short-lived though, as you felt someone pull you away, unable to see who it is as they pulled you away from everybody and out the Cabin without anybody noticing. Looking behind you, you could see Two Time who stared blankly at you. You couldn't help but feel uneasy again as their stare was off-putting to say the least.

"..Oh, Hello... Do you need anything?--"

You asked, looking at them as you noticed they had a few bandages around certain parts of their body where John Doe probably slashed them at. before you can even finish your sentence though, Two Time cutted you off as they were quick with their words.

"007n7 never told you their name during the round, and I'm sure you didn't interact with him earlier.. How did you manage to know and mention his name when you spoke with Chance earlier?"

Two Time stated, mentioning the fact that you slipped up and said 007n7's name when talking to Chance earlier. They were really observant, and you felt like if you lied they wouldn't buy it. You were forced in a tough spot to say the least, this turned out far more worst than expected. Someone is already managing to figure you out and it hasn't been even a week yet. You couldn't help but feel frightened once more, a cold shiver went down your spine as your face to face with Two Time who wants answers. You know that whatever you will plan to answer, there will definitely be consequences for each one.

WARNING :

Major Decision Making up ahead.

Surprise! Interactive Choices appear! It seems like someone already got suspicious of you, and it was Two Time none the less. Whatever you choose WILL affect on how the story would go, so choose wisely!

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NOTES

AAAAA... VERY SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!! I've been busy since I'm currently undergoing my last few weeks of the School Year and is heavily bombarded with school work.. Next chapter might take a while to upload considering I still have to finish up every single one of my works, but none the less I'm kind of glad I got this out of the way.

The reason why Reader doesn't maintain their Injuries because of the little headcanon I have where Survivors that DO survive the round will have the luxury to not experience any wounds, while Survivors that do perish in the round are forced to deal with the wounds until all the rounds that are prepared for the day are completed. Then they can actually rest then pray to spawn that it heals up quickly before the next round of 'games.' I thought of this headcanon because I wanted a Punishment for 'failing' to survive the rounds and also because I see Spectre doing this to the Survivors to make them suffer more.. this is further more shown when Reader is faced with Two Time which they had bandages around them, as well as in Chapter 1 with Guest 1337 themselves having bandages around their body when the Reader met them after the round was over.

For this series, theres a lot soon to come! But right now, things are definitely getting more serious. There will still be some silly moments then and there, but there will be more decision making sitiations in the future! I think thats all I have to say for now. Thank you for your patience!

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NGL GANG.. I ALMOST LOST THIS FIC!.. ITS OKAY PROBLEM IS SOLVED BUT OH MY DAYS THIS WOULD'VE BEEN A LONG CHAPTER DOWN THE DRAIN..

[nekococo-thecola]

SHEDLETSKY x GN! READER. (HEADCANONS.)

Wassup, forsaken players/fans, how we feeling.

Warnings: None, lol.

(No pictures/fanarts here, I couldn't find one. WAAAAAAAA-)

:(.

POST UNDER THE CUT.

• Oh, he definitely gives/offers you his chicken, you're probably the only one he actually offers chicken to. But you didn't really dig up to conclusions, you thought he was just being nice. Well, he is, but it's mostly because he likes you, more than platonic.

• When you're low on health, and Elliot (or any support people, basically.) aren't there, well, don't worry, your knight in shining armor appears! He will stun the killer, or distract them to buy you some time to escape.

• And when you're fixing the generator, he'll always watch on guard besides you, if something happens, or if a killer is near. But if you're still learning the basics, he'll always try and give you some tips, or help you fix it. (Or do it himself, only for you tho.)

• You might subtly, or rarely notice, but his gaze always softens when he looks at you. (No matter how angry, sad, happy, or nervous he is, you would still always win his heart.)

• His heart aches, and yearns for your attention, when you're blissfully chatting with someone else, and not him. Oh, how he'd do anything for your attention. (Def not jealous. he is.)

• He's prepping himself, and mentally, for his confession, and for finally asking you out. (For the best, and for the worst of his heart, just in case..)

• He didn't (and never will.) admit it, but he sometimes fantasizes about being lovers with you, or being your boyfriend, fiance, and just a bunch of stuff that always connect being beside your side.

• "Someday, maybe I will." He told himself, as he ate his chicken. As Builderman looked at him with bewilderment, as he was building sentries and dispensers. What in the world was he talking about? He thought, before he looked at Shedletsky's face, before finally realizing what he meant. .. Ohhh.. he was talking about Y/N. He finally realized, before calmly continuing building his sentries and dispensers, and Shedletsky was oblivious to Builderman realization.

DATING HEADCANONS. (Now dating.):

• Oh, NOW he's more affectionate to you, his displays of affection will be MORE noticeable and recognizable, and his acts of kindness towards you. (Everyone knows you both are dating, but they support you both!!)

• He isn't really that jealous if the person you talk to isn't really your type, or isn't a threat to his/your relationship, but if they WERE flirting, or trying to win you over, he will discreetly fume (it wasn't even discreet anyways, only to you tho since you could tell. He. Was. MAD.) and lean towards you, and wrap an arm around your waist and glare at the person, while trying to be friendly, until they leave.

• Not much of a PDA giver. Though, he wouldn't mind being the one receiving it, (only if you both are indiscreetly being dirty to each other in public, or infront of someone. Only in private, that's, it.)

• Oh, he can NOT cook something fancy, even if his life depended on it. He can still cook, sure. But he doesn't have enough skills to make something extraordinary. (He can cook fried/canned foods, soups, and some casual food, and etc.) Just enough skills to make something vital, just in case.

• He's definitely the big spoon, though he wouldn't mind being the small spoon at all! He just prefers being the big spoon, since he could feel the warmth of your presence, and always feel like he's shielding you from anything that could hurt you in anyway, or simply because he/you both feel like you're both outside of the world. (I guess he's protective, but not THAT protective that he would simply lock you off the outside world, he thinks you deserve freedom, independence, and space. And he fully respects that, 100%.)

• Overall, he's just a big sweetie, or sweetheart <333

(WTHHHH, 203 LIKES ALREADY??????? TYSMMMM GUYSSSS) 😭😭

[thebluester2020]

[SDV] Bachelors X Taking Farmer's Virginity

Summary: SDV Bachelors (+ RSV! Jio) taking the farmer’s V-Card.

Warning(s): Filth, Male Reader in Alex's part! [Givin' some love to the three dudes that may potentially follow me lol, Virgin! Reader, Virgin! Sebastian + Harvey [I couldn't imagine those two having sex prior to the reader ngl], Harvey being a whiner, Rough Sex, Praise Kink, PetPlay, Masturbation, Anal Sex (With Alex + Male Reader but that's kinda expected ngl), So much more that I may be missing ngl.

Side Note(s): Y’all’s requests were similar, so I decided to bunch ‘em together! Goodness, this fic is long— (Apologies for Jio's part being on a bit of a cliff-hanger. I couldn't have this fic be any longer than it already was 😔)

Elliot

It's obvious, but Elliot would be super gentle during your first time. Especially if he knows that you're a generally shy and anxious person.

Leading up to your first night together, I feel like he'd pull out all the stops to ensure that you're comfortable with him and assured that he wouldn't do anything to hurt you. He'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear while the two of you are alone, treat you to a meal or two, play piano for you if you wished, and even just cuddle and have you be comfortable with him touching you!

And the second you expressed any discomfort? He's off you within seconds.

But assuming that the farmer wants Elliot as much as he wants you—

I'm going to be playful here and say that you're first time would probably occur in his cabin. The two of you had been hanging out all day, to where you both hadn't even noticed that the sun had already set and it was nighttime!

The mood was romantic and brimmed with a certain tension that made each breath of yours come out slower. Although it'd hitch each step Elliot would take towards you, you didn't make a single move to shy away from him as his fingers interlocked with your own before...you found yourself kissing him.

And well—the rest is history lol.

♡ - "Are you comfortable, my love?" A silly question, you thought. How could you not be comfortable when he had spent the entire day pampering you to the max?

For the entire day, Elliot has been spoiling you to the max.

At the start of the day, before you get up to start your day. He had suddenly pulled you back to his chest and begged for you to relax with him in bed for a little while longer. He got up in your stead, cooked you breakfast, and even went so far as to feed the animals for you! When late noon rolled around, you then attempted to go to the mines, only for Elliot to intervene and tell you that he suddenly wanted to treat you to dinner at the saloon.

You had a mind to question it, trying to think of every possible reason as to why he was suddenly spoiling you outside of him being his usual romantic self. It was only when the both of you had finished your meals did he finally take your hands into his own and sigh.

"Do you...feel comfortable with me?"

The question, admittedly, made your heart sink to your stomach out of fear. All of a sudden, you were going through your memories in search of anything you may have said that may have made Elliot have doubts in whether or not you trusted him! And when you came up empty, you slowly nodded your head. "What's this about?" You asked. "Did I say something? I don't remember—" Elliot interrupted you with a chuckle and a soft smile, that single combination easing your worries quickly. "You didn't say anything, don't worry. It's just...is there a reason you're uncomfortable with me touching you?"

Elliot quickly clarified when he saw how your facial expressions began to fall ever so slightly. "I don't mean it in a bad way, my love. I just want to know your boundaries some more. So I don't accidentally make you uncomfortable in the future." As you looked off to the side, Elliot remained silent and patient for you to find your words. To be frank, he was fine with refraining from touching you for the rest of his life if that's what you needed from him! The love you both had for one another went so much further than just something physical, in his mind? It was the type of love that could only be felt once in your entire lifetime, a love that he wished to experience again and again with only you, no matter the life he lived.

Thus...when you finally gained the courage to look back at him, his breath got caught up in his throat suddenly.

He really hoped that you wouldn't suddenly have any doubts in him because of his question— "I'm a virgin." You blurted out, rather bluntly in fact. Upon doing so, you searched his eyes for any traces of disgust or doubt in your relationship. "Does that...bother y—"

Elliot let out a relieved sigh, putting a hand to his chest. "Ah! I'm so glad it wasn't anything else!" He said, nearly making your eyes widen to the size of the moon itself at how nonchalant he was being about your confession. It was only after a few minutes of silence and Elliot calming himself down did he finally looked back at you with a gentle expression, bringing your hands up to his lips. "My love...how could you ever think such a thing would bother me?" He asked, the question, making you look off to the side.

"I...I didn't want you to think I was boring for not having experience."

He chuckled. "Quite the contrary," He responded. "I'll have to work hard to make your first time a memorable one, I don't intend to make a single misstep."

Which...led to the now, as Elliot gently laid you down on his bed inside his cabin. His eyes never left yours for a single second, even when he began to slowly undress you, starting from your top and moving to your bottom, per your permission. The intense eye contact made you squirm, quiet moans leaving your lips every so often when the writer's hand would graze against bare skin or when he'd press his soft lips against a random part of you. "So wet..." Elliot whispered when he finally slipped off your pants, his eyes soon landing on the center of your underwear, where a large wet patch had already grown.

He had a mind to tease you for your body being so obvious with its want of him, even despite the fact that it didn't have a single clue as to the pleasure that awaited it. "S-Sorry," You murmured, though you admittedly didn't have a clue as to what you were apologizing for exactly. Elliot responded by placing an adoring peck on the inside of your thigh, letting his lips linger for a few seconds while he continued to gently tease and play with the dark center of your underwear. He could feel you twitch whenever his thumb grazed your hard clit, the nub just barely poking against the fabric while the dark patch in the center continued to grow in tune with your rising scent of sex in the air.

He could hardly hold himself back as he felt his cock strain against the zipper of his pants, the delicious agony of waiting only increasing his anticipation of what your cunt would feel like wrapped around his cock. But for now? It wasn't about him, he wanted all the focus to be on you. "Elliot..." You quietly moaned, your hips gently bucking into his hand in search of more of his touch. "...Please—"

His eyes flicked up to your own. "Please?" He parroted teasingly. "So eager...I've barely touched you, my dear. Can't you be patient for a little longer?" He hummed before immediately contradicting his words via sliding your underwear to the side to finally gaze upon your bare cunt. Elliot let out a throaty groan at the sight, strings of your slick still attaching you to your panties while your pussy twitched even more in response to his gaze.

His mouth watered at the thought of what you'd taste like.

However...that could be explored another time. "...Yoba." He murmured to himself.

You squeaked when you felt his thumb part your lower lips, exposing more of your pussy to his lustful gaze. "Don't—Don't stare so much!" You gently scolded the man. "It's embarrassing...just do something. Stop...stop teasing me." Elliot smirked at how truthful you were being with your words, pressing a single kiss to your throbbing clit before he began to rub a finger up and down your sex.

"W-What—"

"You asked me to do something, my love...I am, aren't I?" Elliot said. He placed another kiss against your nub, the lingering taste of you on his lips only making him throb in his pants even harder as he craved even more of you. Every time he kissed you and pulled away...it became harder to do so, until he finally wrapped his lips around your clit entirely, the sound of your moans increasing in volume all of a sudden sounding like a heavenly choir in his ears. "E-Elliot—!" You cried out. "Fuck...!" Your mind was spinning as you felt his tongue swirl around your clit, the feeling of his index finger continuing to tease the entrance into your hole only making you beg and plead with any deity listening to you that he would just stick it in!

Like a wanton beast, your hole craved for something to fill it as it began to clench around nothing in response to something beginning to...tighten, strangely enough, in the pit of your gut. "E-Elliot...!" You whined. "Your finger—" Elliot's lips left your clit with a lewd 'pop'. "What about my finger, dear?" He asked you teasingly. "You're so loud...is my mouth not enough?" He continued. The man had a mind to laugh in your face at how quickly you shook your head, his free hand starting to travel to his pants to give himself some much-needed relief, when you looked at him with the most adorable teary-eyed gaze.

"N-Not enough..." You whined as you shook your head. "Y-Your finger...please—Ah!" He could feel bad about not letting you finish your sentence later, after quickly spitting onto your hole, Elliot had gently sunk his finger into your virgin sex. The burn you slight made you wince a little, but...it was hard to focus too much on it when the pleasure from Elliot resuming his attention to your clit was soooooo much easier to lose your mind over, but...the feeling of Elliot's finger was strange— "Elliot...?" You panted as you looked at him once again.

His brow slowly rose, the sight of a faint blush coating his cheek as he gently rutted himself against his bedsheets, making your hole clench around his finger. "Yes?" He answered dazedly. "It...It doesn't—"

"It doesn't feel good?" He chuckled expectantly. "Be patient." He hummed as he continued to slowly fuck his finger in and out of you, curling his knuckle every now and again as he searched for that spongey spot of pleasure inside of you. And when you suddenly threw your head back to let out a wail of pleasure...he smirked. "It feels good there?" Elliot asked knowingly against your pussy, speeding up his ministrations ever so slightly as you started to grip the sheets underneath you. You felt as if your skin were on fire, every nerve ending inside of you highly focused on the way Elliot finger-fucked your cunt, the lewd squelching and sloppy noises that emitted from your pussy making Elliot groan against your clit and make that strange knot inside of you tighten even further.

"Fuckkkk—!" You screamed to the top of his cabin ceiling, tiny jets of your juices beginning to spurt out of your cunt as Elliot continued to fuck your hole. And when he added another finger into the mix...your noises only heightened in pitch. "You sound so pretty, Y/N..." He laughed breathlessly, a weak moan following right behind his words as he felt himself beginning to close in on his own orgasm. Yet, he willed himself to slow down his thrusts against the bed. All of his cum...he wanted to reserve it for your hole and your hole only. "If you sound like this with just my fingers—" Elliot once again took his lips from your clit, dragging the flat of his tongue up in a long stripe up your cunt before spitting on your clit. "—I wonder what other noises you'll make once I fuck you with my cock."

Your chest heaved up and down even faster at his words, the image of Elliot leaned over you as he pistoned in and out of your pussy with his cock...all with that same adoring blushing face he had now as he'd whisper even more sweet nothings to you, compliment you and so much more...the last thing you saw was your vision suddenly flashing white as the back of your head fell onto the pillow behind you. "Yoba..." You could just barely hear Elliot say as a drawn-out moan left his lips at the sight of your pussy creaming his fingers, a translucent white ring beginning to appear around the ginger's fingers as he fucked you through your first orgasm until he steadily slowed his fingers to a stop.

It took you a few minutes to come back to your senses, your eyes blurry with tears of dizzying pleasure while you were certain you could hear a faint buzzing in the depths of your ears. It wasn't until Elliot gently tapped the side of your thigh that you came back to your senses enough to be able to focus on Elliot now leaning over you, his pupils blown wide in an obvious show of desire.

"Surely you're not tired yet, my love..." He whispered as you felt something long and hard rubbing your stomach. "I haven't even come close to having my fill of you yet..."

Sebastian

Probably more nervous than you tbh.

When the mood is "right". I'm going to go ahead and assume that he probably wouldn't even notice the mood and would just think "Damn, I really want to touch them" while you're just sitting on his bed thinking it was a normal hangout.

And although he'd definitely stop if you expressed being uncomfortable with having sex with him.

Assuming you aren't—

There def wouldn't be a ceremony or certain lead up to it, just a feeling of him wanting to be closer to you that grows stronger and stronger until he finds himself on top of you and kissing your lips, your neck, and undressing you.

Also, for the lols, I'm also headcanoning that he's a one-minute man just because it's his first time.

♡ - He felt like his heart was about to jump straight out of his chest as he looked up at you, his hands already slipped underneath your shirt as the two of you stared at each other, panting from your earlier makeout session, and trying to figure out what to do with the other.

You and Sebastian's hangout started out innocently.

You had texted Sebastian, saying that you were too tired to make it the rest of the way to your house after spending hours within the mine trying to gather more diamonds and gold. The recluse was all too eager to wait for a quiet knock at the door before he rushed out from his room to slowly open the door and let you inside, you left your bag of rare minerals at the doorstep, took a quick shower all before you were back in Sebastian's room, sitting on his bed in the clothes he blended you for the night.

You were supposed to sleep on the floor, the extra mattress already laid out on the floor was proof of that already but...then the two of you began to talk to one another.

Well, Sebastian listened attentively while you went on and on about your love life.

You told him about your previous boyfriends, how they left you shortly after you told them you were a virgin. It was the same sob story time and time again, where they'd berate and insult you for not "having more experience" and that "you were boring for not knowing how to be with a guy already."

Sebastian hadn't wanted to punch a stranger more than he did right now, as you eventually trailed off and looked at your lap as if your past boyfriends' words were beginning to get to you. Something that he quickly stopped by, grabbing your hand tightly. "You're...you're not boring." He murmured. "You're fine the way you are."

You chuckled, unconvinced. "Thanks."

"It's the truth." He insisted with a huff. "So, stop thinking that you're less than anyone else."

"I'm not."

When you looked at Sebastian from the corner of your eye, you blushed at the way his brow slowly rose in doubt. "You are," He said before he let go of your hand to move it to your shoulder. The warmth that radiated from his hand seemed to make your entire body feel ten degrees warmer, your cheeks beginning to flush a light pink color. Both of you sat in silence for a few minutes, simply enjoying each other's company, before you finally gained the courage to look Sebastian in the eyes fully. From there on, you didn't know what was in the air exactly but...you liked it.

Your gaze slowly ran over Sebastian's face, going from how his hair was slightly tousled from possibly being woken up all of a sudden when you had either texted him earlier that night...or perhaps he had taken a quick nap before you had knocked at the door? Then you looked from his eyes to his lips, and back to his eyes again. Your cheeks only got warmer when you saw the look in his eyes, as if you were the most interesting thing in this entire room right now, while his lips were ever so slightly parted as if he were on the verge of saying something to you.

Yet...there was nothing Sebastian wanted to do more than simply be closer to you than he was now.

That single thought drove him to lean closer and closer to you ever so slightly until his lips were onto yours. A sweet yet shy first kiss, one that made both of you gasp in shock at how soft the other's lips were. When Sebastian finally parted from you, he slowly opened his eyes to let out a weak moan at how pretty you were in this moment. He wished he could apologize for kissing you so suddenly, especially after you had talked about how shitty your past boyfriends were!

But, the only words he could come up with were— "Can...can I touch you?"

When you had shyly nodded your head...the rest was history. One that led to where you both were now, your ass gently grazing Sebastian's bulge and eliciting more weak whimpers and moans from him as his hands firmly grasped your thighs, encouraging you to rub against him even more as his teary eyes were glued onto your equally teary ones. His mouth opened and closed as if he were begging to say something but couldn't, too lost in the way your ass rubbed against him as well as the sheer love that bloomed in his chest at the sight of your flushed face.

"So pretty..." Sebastian said absentmindedly as one of his hands slipped underneath your shirt, steadily dragging your shirt up before he eventually cupped your covered breast. "May...May I?"

He wasted no more time when you nodded your head, quickly helping you remove your shirt while you unhooked your bra. You gasped when you suddenly felt Sebastian twitch against you, his eyes widening ever so slightly at the sight of your bare tits. "May I?" You asked a question back to him in regards to his pants and the way he felt as if he were going to break the zipper with how hard he was right now. Sebastian hesitated with his answer, however, you were the first and only girl he had been with.

What if he didn't match up to your expectations? What if you suddenly changed your mind about him, your relationship entirely as soon as you pulled his boxers down? All of these thoughts and more flooded his mind until—until you stopped his racing thoughts with a single hand of your coming to caress the side of his face. "We...don't have to, if you don't want to."

He shook his head. "I-I want to..." He said. "Please." As you nodded your head, you were slow with your actions as you lifted yourself just enough to be able to pull down Sebastian's pants along with his boxers to the middle of his knees.

His cock slapped against his abdomen when it was released, a single bead of pre-cum already present on the angry red tip of his dick as it twitched in response to your gaze. Your already red face only deepened in color as you continued to stare in silence, something that made Sebastian begin to squirm in nervousness underneath you before he tried to cover himself. "You don't have to stare you know—" You quickly grabbed his wrist. "Don't." You heavily gulped. "I like it, I like you." You reassured him before your other hand moved to pull your shorts down, just enough to where you'd be able to sit yourself on Sebastian's cock without anything getting in the way.

And as Sebastian's eyes dragged down from your face to your bare pussy...his breath hitched in his throat at the sight, the feeling of the heat radiating from your sex making his cock twitch even more. "Yoba..." He whispered before his hand slowly traveled to your cunt, stopping just short of it to look you in the eye for permission.

You giggled at how much he asked for permission, as if you weren't eager for him to touch you as he was! When you had nodded your head nonetheless, though, Sebastian began to gently part and play with your cunt. Every nervous touch of elicited soft moans from your throat, each graze of his thumb against your clit making you buck your hips ever so slightly, accidentally grazing Sebastian's dick with your pussy in the process. "S-So pretty..." He whined, the feeling of your pussy briefly touching his dick making his mind spin. "C-Can't wait..." He whispered. "To feel you..."

"Then...then feel me." You whispered.

You could hardly stand the teasing a second more before you had raised your hips up to angle Sebastian's cock to the entrance of your cunt, the feeling of your hands wrapped around his dick making the poor recluse let out a breathless moan as he tried to keep his eyes glued to the sight of you hovering over his cock. "Y-Y/N..." He whispered. "Please—" You weren't so cruel as to tease him for any longer than he had already, more or less, endured. You responded with a quiet laugh before you slowly sank yourself onto his cock.

When you hissed in pain, Sebastian’s hands flew to your hips to try and stop you. “I-I’m fine…” You quickly assured him. You sank yourself down further until you reached the base, the sound of Sebastian’s broken whine making your cunt clench tighter around him. “Yoba…” He whispered. “You feel good,” He said, almost as if he were in reverence at how you felt around his cock.

Though, that was an understatement as to how he truly felt about how your cunt felt wrapped around him. You were warm, tight, and oh so wet. The sight of your blushing face above him as you planted your hands on his chest made his cock jump inside of you. You gasped at the feeling as you steadily began to move, a soft sticky sound emitting from your ass met Sebastian’s stomach as you slowly bounced up and down.

Beneath you, the recluse followed your moving form with hooded eyes, his mouth slightly ajar as gasps and whines escaped his lips, his grip on your waist growing tighter and tighter as he struggled to keep himself from thrusting up into you. But…as beads of sweat began to appear on your skin, creating a thin sheen on your face and chest, each bead of sweat that rolled from your face…down to your neck…and finally between the valley of your breasts—

How could you blame him much for not being able to resist fucking you?

“S-Sorry…!” Was the only word he could muster before he thrust up into you. The force nearly made you fall forward, your fingernails digging into his skin a little as you tried to keep yourself upright in the face of Sebastian suddenly hitting a strange spot inside of you. A spot that made you see stars and made you want to wail out to the ceiling, almost, if you weren’t afraid of waking the nearby animals outside with your howls.

“S-Sebby…!” You cried, trying to stifle your moans by slapping a hand over your mouth.

He clenched his jaw at the sight before he suddenly took one of his hands from your waist to grab at your arm, both tearing your hand from your mouth as well as pulling you to him, your chest pressing into his own as he locked you in via wrapping his arm around your torso. “D-Don’t…don’t hide your sounds. P-Please…” He managed to plead before he threw his head back to let out wails of pleasure of his own.

Your moans from earlier hardly held a candle to how Sebastian sounded now as he began to fuck you in earnest. His moans sounded borderline, as if he were crying out for his goddess to give him mercy despite him being the one moving! Tears of pleasure began to dot his eyeliner, stray tears falling down the sides of his face as his grip around your waist tightened in time with his hips beginning to stutter in their rhythm. “F-Fuck…Y/N…” He just barely managed to crack open an eye to look you in the eyes, pleasure swimming around in his watery orbs as he felt his peak quickly approach him.

Far quicker than he would’ve liked.

But he couldn’t help it, the way you were moaning and how you looked at him as if he were the only one in your entire world…the love he had for you, something that only grew by the moment in combination with the pleasure—there was hardly room for him to feel too embarrassed when he suddenly climaxed, waayyyy before you had even started to reach your peak. The sudden feeling of something hot shooting into your cunt made your eyes widen before you briefly looked behind you and back to Sebastian, his cheeks flushed a deep deep red while his chest heaved up and down as if he had just finished running a marathon.

When you rolled your hips with a gentle chuckle, caressing Sebastian’s cheeks with your hands. It was then that he finally came to with a shocked yet weak gasp. “Y-Y/N…” He said hoarsely. “I-I’m…so—“ You interrupted him with a kiss, the recluse almost immediately moaning softly into the kiss before you slowly pulled away, having to stop Sebastian from chasing your lips by placing a finger against his with a smile. “Don’t apologize.” You said.

“You can make it up to me when you have energy again, okay?”

Sam

Okay, so as much as I headcanon him to be a hound dog in the bedroom.

For your first time? He's toning it down and becoming a total sweetheart during your first time. I'm standing ten toes down when I say that he's gonna follow Sebastian in the department of "being more nervous than you are".

But not because he's never had sex (I low-key can't see him being a virgin. He's too much of a hot rocker blonde). It's simply because he really doesn't want to fuck up y'alls relationship.

He's willing to fist his cock to the thought of you until the end of time if it means that you'll continue to be comfortable with him!

So walk with me here— you're being walked home by Sam after stopping by to eat dinner with the family.

As per the usual, you're joking and laughing with one another until you both arrive at the doorstep of your farmhouse.

When the two of you kiss each other goodbye, there's a certain...pause in the air, you both linger for a while and just before you turn to go inside your house, Sam drops the question.

"Can...Can I sleep with you tonight?"

♡ - And for your sake, you thought he meant it innocently at first!

You hadn't realized it would lead to...this. You felt as if your body was slowly being set on fire, each touch of Sam's hands against your body made you twitch and gasp as you could hardly control your blushing face each time you accidentally made eye contact with the blonde's baby blue eyes. Every second you looked into them...you felt as if you could feel the love he had for you, dancing about on your skin like pleasurable pins and needles.

It made your heart race, you craved more of it and everything he could give you, but...you were nervous, so nervous that you felt like you could pass out at any second— "Wait." You spoke, Sam's hands leaving your body as soon as you uttered out the word.

"Did I move too fast?" He quickly asked. "I-I'm sorry...I didn't mean—"

You blushed. "No, no! It's fine...it's just...I've never—I've never done this before." Sam's eyes widened, thoughts of 'How' and 'Why' flooding his mind as he stared at you like a deer in headlights. In his eyes, since the moment you both met...he thought you were the prettiest person in the entire valley—no, the entire world even! The two of you never brought it up in conversation before, but he assumed that you had plenty of partners in the past! You were sweet and funny, you supported his dreams, and even came to visit him at work whenever you could make the time!

When you asked him if you wanted to date...he felt as if he were the luckiest man alive. But as he blinked, he realized that he was luckier than the luckiest.

After all, he'd be your first time. And with that knowledge, he was determined to impress. “Really?” He nearly stuttered out the word as his eyes grew wide. His hands began to grope and touch every available piece of skin that he could find as his hands traveled down from groping your tits from underneath your shirt to beginning to tug off your skirt along with your underwear. “Yeah…” You moaned as you watched Sam with hazy eyes as he finally pulled your underwear completely off.

His breath hitched at the sight of your bare pussy.

He always knew you were pretty, hell, he had thought that way since the moment you both started talking to each other! But, as he stared at your twitching pussy, the pink inner flesh glistening as a sign of your arousal. His mouth watered as he had a sudden urge to taste it, as if he had suddenly been without water for months and your cunt was his only salvation at having water. “You’re so pretty.” He whispered, taking a finger and starting to lightly trace it over your pussy. He nearly chuckled it the way it twitched and ‘jumped’ as he moved his finger. The sound of your breath hitching every few seconds or you letting out a soft moan when he grazed your clit making him smirk ever so slightly.

He gently touched and pressed at your clit again, his eyes flicking up to check your reactions. You only blushed even more when you caught his gaze. “Ever touched down here before?” He asked. Wordlessly, you nodded your head. “Only a few times…” You managed to voice out.

Those few words only increased his confidence, as well as his eagerness to complete the plans he had for you for your first time. “Wanna show me how you touch yourself?” When you went quiet for a few moments, a quiet part of him feared that he might have pushed you too far, that you were suddenly going to demand that he step away from you and kick you out of your house!

However, when you finally mustered up enough courage to silently take his hand and guide his fingers just above your clit, showing him exactly how you wanted to be touched. He had to will himself not to cum in his pants at the sight. “Shit.” He whispered in awe as he slowly took control, rubbing tight circles just above your clit like you showed him. Testing the waters a little, he pressed down to gauge your reaction. When your thighs twitched and a soft moan left your lips, he added a little more roughness, your moans increasing in pitch in turn.

Sam whispered out praises as he watched your glistening slick begin to ooze out of your tight hole. “Fuuuccckkkk...” He moaned as if he were the one being pleasured right now. “Good girl.” He whispered as his head leaned forward even more, the urge to taste you growing even stronger until—he suddenly dragged his tongue up your pussy. “S-Sam…!” You groaned, your hands flying to his head to grip onto his hair.

Sam grunted when you grabbed his hair, your grip nearly threatening to tug out some of his blonde strands. Yet, he didn’t let the pain stop him from having his fill of your pussy as he lapped away at your cunt like a starved hound. Lewd slurping sounds emitted from your cunt as Sam continued to eat, his finger slowly transitioning from rubbing your clit to gently prodding at your hole while he began to lick at suck and your bud. “Fuckfuckfuck—!" The blonde couldn’t help but whine at your noises, subconsciously beginning to rub himself against your bed as he feasted on your pussy.

Near scalding tears started to trail down from your eyes as you suddenly felt a knot begin to form in the out of your gut, something that Sam keenly tuned into as he felt your cunt begin to twitch even more.

Oh no, he thought. He wouldn’t let your first time be on his fingers, with the way your pussy was practically crying. He knew you wouldn’t be satisfied cumming on just his fingers! As Sam slowly pulled his mouth away from you…his tongue already mourning the loss of your taste as his fingers began to slow down in their gentle prodding. He knew your first time cumming with him had to be on his cock. “S-Sam…?” You breathlessly whispered in confusion as you steadily came down from the fogginess of pleasure, beginning to frown in disappointment as you realized the blonde had stopped in devouring your pussy.

"Why—" Your words were interrupted by your own surprised yelp when Sam had suddenly tugged you closer to the end of the bed before he stood up to tug off his shirt and pull down his pants, revealing his already leaky hard cock that almost looked as if it were painful. It throbbed as Sam angled himself closer to your entrance, his eyes clouded over with lust as he pressed you into a mating press, your knees threatening to touch your shoulders as you hissed at the somewhat uncomfortable position.

“Please,” Sam begged. “Let me fuck you, I-I can’t wait anymore—“ You both moaned in unison when Sam rubbed himself against the folds of your cunt, some of your juices sticking onto his cock and leaving behind a glossy sheen that only made him want to plunge himself inside of you even more. “Please.” He begged again. “I promise to be gentle! I-I’ll do anything, just let me…” Your mouth slightly dropped at how needy he was being, without a single lick of shame as he only rubbed his cock against you even harder, the mushroom tip of his cock beginning to gently hit your clit and thus making you even needier in return.

You answered with a nod of your head. “Okay…” You whispered.” “Fuck me..please—" He didn’t allow you a chance to finish begging as the second he heard your consent, he already started to slowly press his cock into you. Sam groaned at the tightness of your virgin cunt, the way it clenched and throbbed around every single inch as if your very body was just as eager for him as he was for you, was making his mind spin. When you had made a noise of pain however…Sam was all too quick to rush to begin gently rubbing at your still-aching clit. “S-So tight…” He murmured as he looked down to where your cunt was currently ducking him in. “Relax.” He urged you.

You grabbed at his biceps with a hiss. “Can’t…” You whispered. “…Too big.” Sam laughed cockily at your words as he increased the pace of how he rubbed your clit, the feeling of your pussy beginning to loosen up a little allowing him to sink the rest of his dick in until he was finally at the base. The two of you remained still for a time, simply enjoying the feeling of being one with each other as well as looking each other over. Sam thought you looked ethereal.

The way your eyes moved from looking at him to looking somewhere else was so cute. As if you were still embarrassed, even though he was balls deep inside of you! The way your cunt squeezed him as if it didn’t want him to ever leave…the memory of your moans from mere minutes ago and how you begged.

His mouth fell open to let out a whispered yet pleading call of your name as he rolled his hips into you, your eyes suddenly going wide at the amount of pleasure you felt. “Feels good, baby?” Sam snickered as he leaned his head down even further until both of your foreheads were touching one another. You huffed at how cocky and bold he was being. “…You dog.” You murmured.

His eyes widened. “What?”

Your eyebrow rose slightly. “I-I called you a dog.” You repeated, afraid that you had accidentally offended him in some way. “That’s what you’re being! A dog—Shit!” Suddenly Sam had thrust into you once again, with even more force and vigor until he had quickly found a pace in which to fuck you at. Lewd slapping noises filled the bedroom, the sticky sound of your juices sticking onto the front of Sam’s thighs making you clench around him even more as you grabbed his arms in hopes of grounding yourself. “C-Call me that again,” Sam said in between his panting and moaning.

“C-Call you what—Oooohh!”

“T-That…” He stuttered as if he were afraid you’d look at him strangely if he were to recall the word from seconds ago.

Thankfully, you had managed to remember it before you had lost the ability to have a single coherent thought. “A dog—Ah!” That single harsh thrust inside of you was confirmation enough as one of your hands rushed to grab the back of Sam’s head as you tilted your head up, your moans growing even louder as the feeling of a prominent vein along Sam’s cock rubbed the walls of your cunt, drool beginning to dribble down the side of your mouth. “Fuuuucccckkk—!” You whined as the knot from earlier began to make a reappearance. “Y-You dog!” You started to say. “Dirtydirtydirty—Sam!”

A pussy drunk smile crept onto his face, matching the lovesick look in Sam’s eyes as his whines only increased in pitch at the way you referred to him as a dirty dog. And that’s exactly what he was, a dog, for you and only you. “Let’s-Let’s cum together pleasepleaseplease…cum with me.” He begged. Sam pressed an sloppy kiss to your lips before pressing another to your cheek and then to the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around your torso to pull you onto his dick even harder as the sound of his balls violently slapping against your pussy nearly drowned out your shared moans.

His balls began to draw up tighter, his approaching orgasm rushed along even faster as your cunt seemed to ‘milk’ him for his cum. Clenching and unclenching almost as if it were begging for his cum. “Fuck…” The blonde moaned against your ear. “Your cunt is so dirty Y/N—can you feel it? How your pretty pussy is begging for my cum?” He continued dazedly.

You moaned at his words, your face burning hotter in a combination of listening to his words and your orgasm peaking ever closer until—your pussy clamped impossibly tight around him, a hoarse moan tearing from your throat as you threw your head back to let it out to the ceiling. The feeling of your pussy getting so tight to the point it was almost impossible for him to move…sucking him even harder for his cum made Sam shoot ropes of his hot cum with a choked-up yell of your name, his arms hugging you even tighter as he tried to ride out the waves of pleasure without passing out on top of you.

As he stilled against you, the sound of heavy panting the only thing that could be heard within the dark bedroom…you were the first one to come down from your high with a more than satisfied drawn-out sigh. “Yoba…” You whispered as you ran your fingers through Sam’s slightly damp hair, gasping when Sam thrusted inside of you once more before pulling out.

You whined at the loss…only for the heat of lust to be immediately rekindled at the love-struck look in the blonde’s eyes, one that burned more clearly than before. “L-Let’s go again!” He said.

“I want you…again and again and again. Please?”

Alex

At the risk of some people disagreeing with this take—I feel like Alex would definitely have a thing for being the first person to take away your virginity.

While he enjoys friendly competition, he doesn't like it when it comes to you.

Although he's not so immature to be jealous of you having previous partners before meeting him, the idea of them not having fucked you yet both excites him and makes them question if they were crazy!

But to stay focused on the topic of him being your first exciting him? He's definitely pulling out all the stops to make that you not only, never think of fucking anyone else but him for the rest of your life. But to also make you braindead on his dick as a little "gift" from him to you!

If you're going to fuck him, he might as well introduce you to what he's going to regularly do to you during the time you both are together!

♡ - "S-Shit...!" You moaned at the top of your lungs as you gripped Alex's pillow with all the strength your poor brain could get your body to muster up in lieu of you being fucked dumb on Alex's dick.

The steps leading up to this encounter were simple. For the last few months, the two of you had been getting along well and had been flirting heavily with one another constantly! One moment it be the two of you casually playing gridball with one another, laughing and joking in the process while Alex occasionally talked about his goals and aspirations, while another? You'd both be on the beach late at night, giving each other chaste kisses on the cheek.

Therefore...when you had told Alex that you were a virgin—he nearly didn't believe it.

You were so confident with every flirtation you made towards him, meeting every one-liner he'd dish out with one of your own, followed by a lewd word or two! It took Alex having to hear from you that he was your first...everything really, in the romantic sense that is, for him to truly believe what you were saying. Though, it was easy to be that much more of a believer with the way you were going cross-eyed right now as he drilled his cock into your ass, your legs flailing wildly as you had no choice but to take everything that he gave you.

You were usually so confident...so sure of your words and actions, but as Alex smirked in your face, one of his hands pinned both of your wrists down above your head while the other roamed around on your body. He couldn't help but enjoy and maybe even prefer this side of you a little bit more! The side of you that moaned and whined like a slut as your leaky cock slapped your stomach repeatedly. "Guess you really are a virgin, huh?" Alex laughed, speaking more to himself rather than you. "You should see your face...y' can't handle what I'm giving you? You were sooooo confident earlier."

Another fit of laughter shook his chest when he felt your asshole clench tighter in response. "A-Alexxxx...!" You drawled out dumbly. Your vision was unfocused and blurry with unshed tears, the feeling of Alex's girthy cock as he stretched out your hole and stabbed at your prostate repeatedly threatening to make you scream your very lungs out. You would've egged him on sooner if you knew that you were going to be fucked sooooo good, each drag of his veiny cock against your virgin walls making your cock throb and twitch as you all-too quickly began to feel your first orgasm quickly approach.

Alex watched how your moans began to heighten in pitch with every thrust, how your cock leaked more and more of your pre-cum until you could've been mistaken for a faulty faucet. As much as he loved how your mouth was formed into an addicting 'O' shape, the way your cock bobbed up and down every time he plunged into you borderline hypnotic as he struggled between your cock and your face as to what he wanted to focus on...he didn't want the fun to end so soon.

Besides, he intent on making sure that he was the only one you'd be fucking for the rest of your life. Giving you an orgasm in a plain ol' missionary position was something you'd easily forget about!

And with that thought floating around in the forefront of his mind, Alex suddenly pulled out of you just as you teetered the line of your orgasm, cruelly stealing away your pleasure and effectively blue-balling you as he sneered at the way your cockdrunk expression slowly shifted into one of confusion then a look as if you were about to pout and cry at any second. "W-What the fuck, man?!" You loudly shouted to Alex. "I was soooo close, what are you doing—"

"C'mon—" The brunette clicked his tongue before he suddenly grabbed your arm and helped you stand up. In one swift motion, you found yourself hoisted into Alex's arms and your legs tightly wrapped around his waist, your eyes wide as confusion continued to float around inside your head. "—You really didn't think that I'd let you have your first orgasm in a boring position, did you?"

You cocked your brow with a grumble. 'Did it really matter?' You thought. All you knew was that you wanted to be fucked again, as soon as possible, that thought encouraging you to begin rubbing your ass against Alex's cock, the poor thing hanging from its own weight. "Just get back to fucking me, Alex." You pouted.

"Not with that tone, make it sound like you want it." He said.

Your eye twitched with annoyance. "You asshole...just—Fuck!" Without warning, Alex slammed you down onto his cock, knocking every the very breath from your lungs before he swiftly started up a brutal pace as he thrust up into your needy hole. "Y' seriously gonna be a bitch when I'm the one fucking the words outta you?" Alex grunted as his grip around your waist tightened even more, further aiding him in being able to make you take his cock alllll the way down to the base and up again. "If you're gonna act like you don't want me fucking you stupid...then unwrap your legs from around me."

His smirk only grew when you threw your head back instead to let out a symphony of cries, his name mixed in with your moans to create a delicious pattern of you crying out for him to give you more, as well as trying to get him to slow down. Even when the last thing you wanted was for him to slow down. "Alex...!" You hiccuped. "AlexAlexAlex..." You whined. "Yoba—" The brunette brought you down to the base of his dick particularly harshly when he heard you cry out for Yoba, his already present smirk growing even more.

Your throat was beginning to grow sore from all the crying you were doing, your nails threatening to make Alex's shoulders bleed from how you were scratching at them in a futile attempt to ground yourself and keep yourself from going insane because of his girthy dick, the way the tip pushed into your prostate making you see stars behind your eyes while the only word your brain could come with was Alex's name. "G-Gonna cum..." You whined as you shakily managed to lift your head to look at Alex, the way tears dripped down your face in combination with the way you were so red he could've confused you for an apple making Alex's cock throb inside your hole. "L-Let me cum...don't stop...!" You continued.

"Shit." He whispered, jerking your body closer before he slammed your lips to his own. He swallowed up every moan and gasp that tried to escape, his own breath hitching up in his throat as he felt his climax begin to approach. He hissed in pain as your nails dug into him even further, forcing himself to keep his eyes open to watch your expressions as he felt your asshole tighten around his cock more and more until you screamed into his mouth. Ropes and ropes of your milky white cum shot out from your cock, plastering onto your stomach and chest while some managed to get onto himself as well, when Alex finally released your lips, a single string of spit keeping the two of you together...how could he not praise you for cumming soooo well from how he fucked you??

"Fuck baby, that was a good one wasn't it?" He softly moaned, his pace beginning to stutter. "Next time I'll have to fuck you in front of a mirror...wonder if you'll cum even harder from that..." Your cock gave one last valiant jump at the idea, proof that you were somewhat still listening although you moaned and gasped weakly from building overstimulation. Alex pressed one last deep kiss to your lips before he suddenly stilled against you, a deep groan spilling from his lips, trying his best to keep ahold of his mind as he spilled himself inside of your ass. The warmth of his cum sparking some bit of thought back into your mind as you managed the strength to look back at Alex with a hazy look in your eyes.

"...S-So much." You murmured, feeling some of Alex's cum begin to escape from your asshole. That is, until he pulled out, more of his seed pouring from your gaping hole just as Alex gently laid you back on the bed. "When you don't look as if you're on the verge of passing out at any second—" He stopped briefly to place a kiss on your forehead. "—We can take a bath together." He chuckled. You couldn't help but smile giddily, almost too quickly nodding your head with a laugh.

"Sure."

Harvey

Weirdly clinical about it.

Ngl, I feel like he'd be asking you all sorts of questions as if you were at your yearly physical. Hell, I'll even sprinkle in the idea that he'll be asking whether or not you've had previous partners or not (even though he'd probably already know assuming you two are dating, he'd ask just to make double-sure)

But, as clinical as he is, nothing beats actual experience.

Something that he doesn't have lol so the two of you would be going in completely blind.

Essentially the blind leading the blind, shrew style.

♡ - "Are...are you really sure you want your first time to be with me?" Harvey asked for the umpteenth time as he struggled to unhook your bra.

You had half a mind to start laughing at how nervous he was, the usually calm and collected doctor nearly blushing his way into a nosebleed at the fact he was going to see and feel the same pair of tits he had been feeling for two years up to this point, back when you two were still just "doctor and patient"! When you had told him you were a virgin (something that he already knew when he talked about your health during your physicals), and that you had no experience outside of using a dildo from time to time, Harvey wasted no time to reassure you by telling you that he was a virgin as well.

Every move he made, every stumble or stutter in his words...it made his earlier statement that much more clear.

Not that you minded much, of course. "Are—Are you sure I'm doing this right? It won't come off—" You giggled at the way he fumbled with your bra, deciding to give him a little mercy via unhooking the piece of clothing for him before tossing it somewhere in the room to be forgotten. At the sight of your bare breasts however, the poor doctor could almost shame himself for the way his cock immediately started to strain against his boxers at the sight of your bare tits. The way they softly rose and fell per your breath, your nipples, and the traces of birthmarks here and there.

Everything about you was utterly breathtaking, and he almost cursed at himself for making him endure without this sight for so long under the guise of wanting to retain his professionalism. Yet, when you had placed that kiss on his cheek earlier tonight...asked if he wanted to come home with you, all thoughts of professionalism flew out the window without a second thought— "You're so cute, Harvey." You complimented him.

His eyes darted back up to your face. "Me?" He asked as if you had spoken another language all of a sudden.

You nodded your head. "You act as if you're too nervous to touch me," You said teasingly.

You were right, he thought. He was too nervous; everything felt like it had happened in a single blur. One moment he was at his office, enjoying every kiss you placed on his cheek, the next he was walking you back to your farm, and then before he even realized it? He was in your bed! Looking at you with all the awe that he could possibly hold in his brown gaze, while his heart felt as if it was going to thump straight out of his chest. "It's...It's all happening so soon." Harvey finally admitted after taking a few much-needed moments to catch his breath. You flinched ever so slightly, suddenly scared that you had accidentally made the man of your dreams uncomfortable.

You then scooted back ever so slightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't—"

"Nononono!" He interrupted you. "You're not making me uncomfortable, I just..." He trailed off, searching for his next words as he slowly reached forward to take one of your hands into his own. "...I wanna do this, just—just let me go at my pace..." Harvey began to gently rub his thumbs over the top of your hand, the poor doctor giving you the sweetest puppy eyes, leaving you no choice but to agree, even though you never had a mind to disagree in the first place. You then placed your free hand onto the top of his own. "We'll go as slow as you need." You reassured him.

After your words, the two of you sat in silence for a few minutes to bask in each other's words.

In comparison to your slow and steady breaths, Harvey's breath was as quick as a hummingbird's heartbeat, only just beginning to slow down as he continued to sit still and hold your hand until he finally found the courage to initiate a kiss to your lips. Although featherlight, hardly a hint of force behind the act, as Harvey steadily scooted himself closer to you, grabbed your arms with his hands as he further settled into the kiss...you could almost feel the hunger behind that innocent peck on the lips. With how shy Harvey was in the moment, you weren't so oblivious as to not have noticed the ways Harvey looked at you prior to this moment.

You saw how, whenever you'd visit the clinic with a low v-neck, his eyes would struggle to stay on your face. Or when he'd examine an injury, his hands would linger in certain areas of your body, or how he'd seem a little more red in the face than normal while performing such exams. "...May I touch you more?" Harvey whispered against your lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to look you in the eye to better focus on your answer.

When you muttered out an eager yet whispered 'Yes'. Harvey's hands were already moving to slink a finger down into your still-present underwear. Gently prodding and touching the area just above your sex while you slowly found the courage to touch him in turn, your hand placed itself on his chest, letting it linger for but a moment before it slid down to his boxers. When your hand grazed over his bulge, Harvey pulled himself back all of a sudden, his eyes hooded as he looked at you. "Y/N..." He murmured, trying to keep his mind unfogged long enough to be able to gently begin grazing the tip of his thumb over your clit.

You felt yourself getting wetter as you responded to the light touches. But, your gaze was focused on how a small dark patch began to appear on Harvey’s boxers as you continued to tease and play with him, especially when you began to rub your palm back and forth over his covered cock. “Don’t…tease.” He whispered, the sound of his begging so cute that you just wanted to hear it again and again and again. But, with Harvey being more nervous than you were…you’d give him a break.

You watched how Harvey’s eyes fluttered when you slipped your hand into his boxers, his cock throbbing so much in response to your touch that you thought it might’ve been painful! However, the doctor looked anything but in pain. “Want me to ride you?” You offered.

Harvey's eyes snapped open a little more. "I haven't prepared you fully—" You quietly hushed him as you tugged off his boxers, his painfully hard cock slapping against his stomach. "Do I really need to be? I wanna feel you." You murmured quietly, trying to coax him along with your plan via enticing him by peppering kisses along his collarbone. Quiet moans left his lips, his head looking off to the side as if he were struggling between keeping his mind out of the lustful or simply going along with your idea! It wasn't that bad of a plan—no.

Quickly, Harvey stopped you by grabbing your chin between his index and thumb, gently lifting your head to look at him. "No." He whispered. "I...I don't want to hurt you—Oh..." You ripped his words of warning away when your hand came to gently stroke Harvey's cock. You'd oblige him this time, but...if you couldn't have your fun immediately, you'd gladly take it another way by making the doctor cum first before you! "Guess I'll have to have fun some other way, huh?" You giggled. You pressed another kiss to his collarbone and then his chin, before moving to spit on the tip of Harvey's dick.

He shuddered at the sight as his head slowly looked down to see your ministrations on him, the way you gently stroked him up and down, lewd slick noises beginning to emit from your actions, he couldn't help the way his cock began to ooze more pre-cum at what you were doing! It was borderline hypnotic, the pleasure from your hand alone making his mind already wander as to what your pussy must've felt like in comparison!

Heaven. Pure heaven.

"So vocal, Harvey~" You praised him as more moans fell from his lips. "This feels good?" He weakly nodded his head, struggling to keep his eyes open and focused on you. "W-What about...you?"

"Im fine," You smiled. "Your voice alone is enough to get me off—" Were your last words before you dipped your head to lick at Harvey's cock, the feeling of your tongue swirling around his cockhead...the feeling of your spit dripping down the length of him and down to his balls, drove him to nearly want to cry from how good he felt. "S-Sensitive...feels so hood..." Harvey whined, struggling to keep his hips from jerking up into your mouth.

You hummed around his dick, the feeling of your hum reverberating around his dick making his head fall back before he couldn't hold himself back from his lips forming into an 'O' shape, his eyes screwing shut even tighter as tears began to bead hois eye line. "F-Fuck...!" He whimpered. "Y/N...h-honey, I—Feels sooooo good." You felt yourself getting wetter at the sounds of his whines, unable to stop yourself from bucking into the bed, much less your groans that only furthered Harvey along to his approaching orgasm. In the throes of his pleasure, however, he couldn't help but feel bad about the fact that he couldn't pleasure you the same way you were pleasuring him!

Too many times had he dreamt about your cunt, about what your juices would taste like on his tongue and the sounds you'd make while he ate you out, about whether or not you'd teach him exactly how you wanted to touch. "C-Cumming...please—" You briefly took your mouth off of him with a dirty 'pop' to look him in the eye with a smirk. "Where do you wanna cum baby? My mouth or my face?" You smirked before you sank your lips back onto him.

"Y-Your mouth..." You moaned at his words, feeling his cock jump in your mouth as you decided to encourage him even more by massaging his balls. Harvey cracked open his eyes to look at you, his face contorted in pleasure as his chest heaved up and down from his impending climax, and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. "C-Cumming...!" Harvey said breathlessly to the air before you felt ropes of hot cum shoot from his cock, spilling into your mouth and threatening to overflow from you with how much there was.

You let Harvey's cock continue to twitch and throb inside your mouth, letting him ride out his drawn out orgasm as his cock grew soft in your mouth. "Y/N..." He moaned. "L-Let me rest," He said. "I can—"

"You're so sweet, Harvey," You praised once you had gulped down his essence and took your lips from him, wiping your mouth with the back of your arm. "You don't have to pay me back~ I loved every second." Harvey blushed even fiercer at your words, although you said otherwise...as soon as he recovered his strength, he swore that he would pay you back via an orgasm of your own.

Shane

Calm outwardly but excited as all hell inwardly.

The moment you tell him that you've never had sex before, he's having flashbacks of all the sex moves he's done throughout the years to figure out which one he wants you to experience first.

Spoiler: he's definitely encouraging you to ride him so he can warm you up to the saucier moves in the future

Also, since Shane used to play gridball— I'm going to headcanon that the man used to be a player in his heyday.

Definitely popular with the ladies as all jocks are and knows how to use his fingers and tongue for a nasty combo move.

But all in all? He'd try his best to contain his excitement, for as eager as he is to finally be with you intimately, he doesn't want to scare you or potentially ruin your first time with him!

♡ - "Yoba...your cunt is tasty."

You groaned as Shane murmured that filthy compliment into your cunt as he ate you out, your thighs pinned to your stomach while your legs were thrown over his shoulders, forcing you into a mean position where you had no choice but to endure every single second of his tongue alternating between lapping away at your juices and flicking your click. All the while, his fingers plunged in and out of your sopping pussy.

When you had told Shane that you were a virgin, despite his otherwise calm reaction to it, you could've sworn that you saw hearts appear in the depths of his eyes! He all too quickly rushed you away from the saloon, where you both had a date, and back to your farmhouse, where the two of you wouldn't be disturbed. And, before you know it? You were thrown on the bed, your pants tossed somewhere else in the room, before you felt Shane dive into your pussy. "Shannneeee—" You moaned at the top of your lungs as your hands weakly pushed at his shoulders, trying to get some type of break from being tongue-fucked brainless.

The local drunk's plan was simple, and had become even clearer in his mind when he finally had you alone and alllll to himself.

As much as he wanted to fuck you on his cock, after all...you were such an innocent thing and a sick part of him wanted to break you in via making you take all his girthy dick down to the base. Throughout the walk home, he asked what you had and hadn't done, and you hadn't even so much as allowed yourself to feel what a dildo felt like inside of you! All you knew was how to rub your needy, aching little clit!

The least he could do was introduce you to what it felt like to cum multiple times on a man's tongue, allow you to be so far up in the clouds of pleasure before he gave you his dick. "S-Shane!" You cried out again, snapping him from his thoughts before he took his tongue away from your clit to look at you, a dirty smirk plastered on his face as he continued to fuck your cunt with his fingers. "Sorry, babe...wasn't listenin'. What is it?" He smirked, the sight of him cocking his head to the side making your cunt clench even tighter around his fingers.

"C-Close...!" You whined. "Feels weird...l-like something's coming!"

He rolled his eyes at your words before he dived back into his meal, focusing his tongue on licking the folds of your cunt, starting from your clit and back down to your needy hole. He hardly noticed your whines and moans growing higher and higher in pitch, how your hands suddenly squeezed his shoulders like a vice before— you suddenly gushed on his face. The sudden spurt of your warm juices tore him from his hungry trance of your pussy, his head shooting up from your sex as he marveled at the sight of you squirting. When you had finally stopped...your pussy clenching and unclenching rapidly as your breath seemed to get choked-up in your throat while your chest heaved up and down...Shane pressed a deep, lingering kiss to your inner thigh with a smirk. "Gooooodddd fucking girl." Shane praised you.

You sleepily raised your head, tears of pleasure flowing down your face as you looked at Shane with a pleasure-drunk expression. "F-Fuck..." You whispered breathlessly. "F-Feel so good...Shane—"

"Clearly," Shane smirked. "Didn't think y' were a squirter." He said as he gently began to graze your still-throbbing clit with his thumb, eliciting a squeaky whine from your throat. "Sensitive—Ah..." The thought grew louder and louder in his mind, the memory of you squirting on his face seconds prior making his cock throb harder than it ever had in his entire life. As much as he wanted to fuck you...to test whether or not you'd squirt just as hard or harder on his fat dick next...he had to taste you, just one more time before he gave you a little reprieve. "Wanna see if you can squirt again for me, baby?"

Your eyes grew wide. "Don't—Don't think I can..." You moaned. "Too—Fuck!" He interrupted you via licking a fat stripe up your cunt, tearing the words straight from your throat before he had begun sucking your clit like he had from earlier, his fingers once again plunging into your pussy with a purpose before you had resumed screaming your poor lungs out. "Yeahhhhh" Shane moaned into your pussy as little jets of your juices spurted from your cunt as you quickly felt your orgasm began to peak once again.

Your legs began to kick and flail as, yet again, the knot in the pit of your gut grew impossibly, almost painfully tight in the wake of your orgasm. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck—!" You wailed as you shoved at your lover. "S-Shane...!" You whined. Shane groaned against your pussy as he continued to thrust his tongue in and out of your cunt, his fingers slipping from your pussy to begin rubbing tight figure eight's into your clit as he could feel your orgasm approaching upon his tongue. Your pussy clenched and unclenched around him, your grip upon his shoulders began to get weaker and weaker and your wails of pleasure, a mixture of wanting him to go faster and wishing for him to go slower, beginning to turn into pitiful soft moans as you begged for something you already had.

Him.

And he'd continue to fuck your cunt for as long you continued to cry out his name like a mantra. "Keep going...please...k-keep going—don't stop!" You whined as your juices began to flow down Shane's chin, mixing in with his stubble as he urged for you to cum on his face once more. "Won't stop—" He mouthed into your pussy. "Won't ever stop...cum around my tongue baby...you've got it." His praise was all you needed to let go as you threw your head back to let out a soundless scream, your cunt spurting out of your juices once more around and into Shane's mouth as he drank all of your essence down, nary leaving a single drop as black dots began to fill your vision from the force of your orgasm.

You could hardly hold onto your consiousness for a second longer until Shane gave you mercy and took his face from your aching cunt, once he had his fill. "That was a good one...maybe better than the last—" He licked his mouth like a dog would like his chops after a meal, staring at your gaping pussy for a few moments longer before his eyes darted up to your face. He would've had a mind to let you have a break, especially with the way he saw how you were struggling to stay awake right now!

But...when one of your hands shakily came to rest on his shoulder, silently begging him for more as you dared to egg him on via smirking at him. How could he resist the way his cock twitched painfully now?

"K-Keep going...fuck my pussy," You begged. "Just like you fucked my pussy with y-your mouth and fingers...!"

Bonus! Jio

Okay, as much as I LOUDLY believe otherwise—

Canon-wise, the man is a virgin through and through. 😔

He's never been interested in anyone romantically before or sexually, and coupled with his lifestyle as a ninja, plus Belinda shooing him away from the topic of romance?

It sets the stage for him not to have the opportunity to gain any experience in the world of horizontal tango.

That being said, though—HE'S NOT STUPID???

I feel like for his and your first time, he's really in tune as to what makes you feel good. He'll listen in on what makes you moan the loudest, what makes you say his name the sweetest etc. etc.

Therefore, with how well he fucks you with his cock and how good he angles it to your most pleasurable spots, it'll have you swearing up and down that he's not a virgin.

And who managed to have sex with him before you did

♡ - "Fuucckkkk—!" You drawled out, completely and utterly cockdrunk as you were fucked against the wall of your home, your front pressed against the wall while Jio pulled your ass onto his cock.

The tension between the two of you had grown to a breaking point finally.

A point where the two of you could hardly ignore the chemistry between each other any longer before you—well...Jio had finally decided to do something about it, per your constant teasing and the way you'd lay out breadcrumbs that you wanted to get to know him wayyyyy better than you did currently. Even if you were a virgin...the heat of your lust made you blind to the fact that you didn't know a single clue about what to do with a man. Much less how to please a cock, however, despite Jio sharing the fact that he was a virgin himself...he assured you plenty that he was fine with taking the reins.

But, with how loudly he was making you scream...you had your doubts as to whether or not he was truly a virgin himself.

Jio tsked as he listened to your unabashed moans, his fingers beginning to grip your waist even tighter. "So loud," He said, almost as if he were reprimanding your cries, though you knew it was the opposite. "Even as you're being fucked in the cabin where anyone of the cult could come in...you still have no shame?" The elf chuckled when you clenched even tighter around his dick in response.

"C-Can't..." You whined, your nails threatening to make scratch marks into the wood as your mind barely help onto being able to formulate a single coherent sentence. "Y' feel too good..." You drawled out. You gasped when you felt Jio's dick throb inside of you, the two prominent veins along the side of his dick dragging against your walls, adding onto the pleasure that you already felt besides the way the tip of his cock pressed into your g-spot repeatedly without fail. "Y-You sure y' a virgin?" You asked dumbly.

He rolled his eyes in response, deciding to not give you an answer as he pressed his front to your back, rolling his hips into your dripping cunt even deeper as even more whines left your throat. Jio wouldn't repeat himself twice; it was already embarrassing enough that he admitted such a thing to you! But...thankfully, he wasn't stupid, he knew how to listen and adjust per the situation, and according to the noises you made...it told him to not stop. As his hands trailed up and down your body, his fingers eventually coming to dance around your cunt, teasingly poking at your clit. He chuckled next to your ear when he heard you whine in frustration.

"J-Just...touch me." You begged.

"Have patience," Jio said despite the fact he touched you anyway, his index and middle finger slowly rubbing your clit up and down as he groaned at the sound of your delicious moans, every whimper and whine you made in response to the way he fucked you, making him throb even harder inside of you. "You should learn to indulge in the wait, the build-up before your climax Y/N..." The elf gently whispered to you as his thrusts slowed down even more, tears beginning to burn your eyeline as the fact that you'd have to wait even longer for your orgasm settled deep within you.

In the back of your mind, however, you already knew that it had to have been some type of 'get-back' for the fact that you've always teased him prior to now! "Accidentally" pushing yourself back against him when the two of you were too close to one another, dropping seductive hints when the two of you were alone, and he happened to pay a visit—you saw the way he looked at you as if you were a meal he wanted to devour but couldn't on par of his loyalties to his cult.

"We have all night together Y/N...enough time for me to get back at you for all the teasing you did to me."

[mnnuni]

Into you

Elliot Stabler x reader

Summary: an undercover operation that exposes some other kind of secrets

Words: 4498

Warnings: mentions of drugs, eventual smut -but very filthy-

Author's note: first of all, sorry if it's too long. Second, yes it is based on Ariana's song, or at least the movie it started in my head when I heard the song on shuffle. Little note in the note: this story is not necessarily in any time and place of the series, I just included Munch and Cassidy because I'm (kinda re)watching season 1 and I love them so much.

* gif and images from Pinterest

* dividers from @cafekitsune

"You're sure you want to do this?"

(Y/N) couldn't say how many times Olivia had already asked her that question, in different ways and places of the district.

She inhaled, closed her eyes

You can do it

"I'm sure Liv, don't worry"

Her colleague smiled at her through the mirror, "then let's finish this make up".

Their team was organising an undercover operation in a fancy club, it was an easy thing : go in, find the drugs, go out.

Of course there was a little detail that determined how the operation was gonna be; this club had a high standard for its clientele and specific rules they had to follow, number one being : "only couples allowed".

Now, the easy take was to send the infamous Benson and Stabler and call it a day, but Olivia couldn't because she had too many extra hours covered already. The next couple would have been (Y/N) and Cassidy, if Munch wouldn't have explained for ten minutes straight how Brian wasn't ready to do a thing like that.

So that left her to work with Elliot.

If it was a normal job (Y/N) wouldn't have worries of any kind, Elliot was a good cop and she trusted him with her life; but going out in a club made for sex and whatnot, faking being the girlfriend of the coworker she so desperately wanted ... that was another thing. That was also the reason why Olivia was so concerned for her, she was the only one that caught (Y/N) staring at her partner in a different way someday -at least she hoped so, even if the others could have known they never said anything-

Elliot was done dressing up ten minutes ago and everyone was growing bored to wait for the women.

"You done playing, ladies?" Munch started screaming and pounding on the door of the locker room, "come on we don't have all night".

When the duo got out the first thing the men noticed were (Y/N)'s legs : she wore a deep blue-almost black dress, it almost reached the knees on the right leg and was shorter on the left. Cassidy whistled when his eyes travelled up her figure and landed on her chest, tightly held up by the dress straps. (Y/N) did a spin, moving her curled hairs in the process and showed her half-bare back.

"Well Miss (Y/L/N) can surely do the work"

"Thank you Much", she was trying so hard not to fumble dressed like this in front of her colleagues, but they didn't have to know that.

"Y-you have, um, I can see your lace" Cassidy said pointing at her upper body, he tried to smirk and be flirty but he got too caught up when (Y/N) got closer "It's intentional Brian, now don't get too flustered". Munch chuckled and his partner was about to defend himself when Cragen cleared his throat and announced they were ready to go.

Elliot was the only one to not say a single word. Noone knew that was because his brain short circuited for a moment seeing (Y/N) like that.

I'm so into you

I can barely breathe

Even in the car to the club he remained silent, too caught up in his head, until they were almost there and (Y/N) was about to explode "now that we're still off, are you okay?" ; her voice startled him for a moment, he nodded and mumbled a sure and kept driving. Five minutes later they were parking.

Elliot took a big breath and finally turned to face her, "okay, so, if someone or something triggers you at any moment for any reason, you tell me and we're out" she nodded and then saw their van stopping few meters away so she leaned in to Elliot and searched in his jacket to switch the microphone, "do you hear us?", someone in the van switched the headlights on and off to answer her, "let's go then"

Elliot got out of the car and went to open the door for her, proceeding to take her arm in his to walk to the club. At the entrance there were two big men with the guest lists, "Stabler", he looked at them for a moment then checked his papers. It was a strangely nice feeling to be part of the "Two for Stabler", (Y/N) wanted to feel like this for real not just for a job.

The man stepped aside and opened the door for them; the first thing they saw was the wardrobe where (Y/N) left her jacket, then they were guided to a red lit corridor that ended to a glass door. There they were, in the middle of the upper class most scandalous nights, they were walking arm in arm between politicians, rich entrepreneurs and whores.

They walked to the bar to have a full view of the room: in the centre there was a little stage for the dj and the eventual singers, all around there were occupied tables, at the left side there were sort of cabins to be more private and to the right big glass doors that they knew took to the private rooms.

(Y/N) was the one facing the bar, counting all the staff members while Elliot, next to her, scanned the rest of the room to search their suspects.

"What can I get you, beautiful?"

(Y/N) was sure the bartender talked to her just because he was mere inches apart from her face, otherwise she wouldn't have think he would have flirted with her, while at work.

Elliot turned in an instant, placing his arm around her back "she would have a Martini, and a soda for me" he was shooting daggers to the poor man, who instantly backed away to do their orders.

(Y/N) was looking at him with a clear expression of "was that necessary?" and he just got closer to her, "what? You're mine tonight"

Her eyebrows shot up so fast she thought she was losing them; Elliot too was a little surprised by his choice of words, even if he so desperately wanted them to be true and not just for tonight.

But close ain't close enough

'Til we cross the line, hey, yeah

So name a game to play

And I'll roll the dice, hey

(Y/N) smirked and turned to face him, "you should..." she bit her lip and unbuttoned his shirt a little "I think it's better like this"

The bartender came back with their glasses before Elliot could say anything, "thank you" she looked at his tag "Brandon" he smiled and was about to go back to work but (Y/N) reached out and took his hand "excuse my boyfriend here, he's not used to share me" he smiled "no I'm sorry, I didn't gather you two were..." Elliot brought her to his chest "together? Yes"

"Tell me Brandon, is there a way we could use your private services?"

Elliot knew that they had to, but oh was he nervous to be in a bedroom with her.

"Did you make a reservation?"

She shook her head, "don't worry, you can wait at one of the private tables. One of us will call you when you can go in the rooms", he then guided them to the right side of the club.

To any possible looker these two were one of the other couples tangled in eachother, waiting for a new experience. In reality (Y/N) had her legs on Elliot's ones to be more closer and be clearly heard in the microphone, she was describing every customer to whoever was listening to them in order to have a complete list of witnesses, just in case. She drank a little and then went to play with Elliott's shirt's collar; he had one of his hands gripping her thighs and the other arm around her, laid on the back of the sofa and occasionally brushing strands of hair off her face.

They were so fucking close to each other.

Every now and then Elliot mumbled something, just to not look suspicious but he really couldn't formulate something longer that two sentences with (Y/N)'s lips so close to his face.

After the longest twenty-five minutes of his life a man cleared his throat next to them, Elliot was so scared of the possibility this was just another flirty guy who wanted to try it with (Y/N) -this open sex club was extremely hard to accept for a man like him- but fortunately it was the chauffeur for the rooms. He led them to the big glass doors and left them in another corridor with a pair of keys and the number five on them.

After he left them alone it was the first instant when they weren't touching in any way and they missed the contact immediately, so much that Elliot took her hand in his.

(Y/N) exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holdin when Elliot closed the door of their room, "okay, so report of the room : massive bed"

They started to search in every corner for anything that could help them with the operation while describing everything out loud.

"I've never seen this many condoms in my life" she suddenly said after opening two drawers, Elliot blushed looking at her with the envelopes in her hands. "Also, the flavour matches the one of the condoms found in the hotel, so now we have the confirmation that they're from here"

"How are you so sure?"

"Well for one, I have the assurance that no pharmacy ever has sold "coke flavored condoms" and because there's the name of the club on the envelope"

He just nodded, "right" and proceeded to open another drawer "oh look we have toys too", Elliot picked up a pair of fluffy handcuffs and showed them to her, "you like 'em detective?"

Was he...nah

Either way, she couldn't let him win, so she marched to him to whisper "I tend to use them to others, not me"

Oh, baby, look what you started

The temperature's rising in here

They were ready to inspect anything further when (Y/N) heard walking from the corridors, "someone's coming" "what?" and then a knock on the room next to them "they're entering the rooms" Elliot whispered.

"Loose the jacket"

He was about to ask why, but he knew better than to question her; she was so hot commanding orders. He carefully positioned the jacket on the back of a chair "I'm gonna put you here guys". When he turned back he found (Y/N) sat on the bed, taking off her heels "what are you-?" "We're supposed to look couply here, we can't be caught investigating" she obviously was right, but Elliot was in a very difficult position here now after she shoved him on the bed.

"So we're..." he was making some gesture with his hands while (Y/N) tried to find the courage to do something, "we have to" "yeah" and then he sat straight on the bed, waiting, thinking.

Elliot didn't have time before (Y/N) moved slightly her dress and positioned herself on his lap whit her legs on either side of him

Is this gonna happen?

Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move (ooh, ooh)

Before I make a move (ooh, ooh)

"Are you sure?"

Elliot was literally burning up.

Then she took his hands and put them on her hips, nodding. They felt so good on her.

They heard more loud walking so they inched closer, then a knock "room service";

So, baby, come light me up

And maybe I'll let you on it

A little bit dangerous

But, baby, that's how I want it

Poor guy didn't get an answer because they launched at each other to kiss. One of Elliot's hands travelled to her exposed back and the other gripped her hips more firmly. (Y/N)'s lips tasted of lipstick and were so soft to his rough kiss he wanted to die like this;

A little less conversation and a little more touch my body

'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you

her hands were gripping his hair and taking him even closer to her. When her breasts pressed to his chest and he felt her lace to his portion of exposed-by-the-unbottoned-shirt pecs he was losing it, Elliot moved her hips on him and that's when she moaned in his mouth.

At the other side of the microphone their colleagues were a mix of confused and delighted.

Got everyone watchin' us

So, baby, let's keep it secret

A little bit scandalous

But, baby, don't let them see it

"Are they...?" Cassidy was having the time of his life when (Y/N) moaned

"They are" they could hear Elliot's now because (Y/N) was kissing his neck "they so are", confirmed Olivia and Munch.

That's when another knock was heard and finally the person opened the door.

The couple got off each other's lips just because the guy excused himself. Then reality came back down again.

Elliot moved to hear the man better, putting his hands under (Y/N)'s butt to cover her.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, I am at your service tonight" he had a tray with champagne in his hand and just a pair of trousers on. (Y/N) didn't falter for a second there, getting up and meeting their guest, "oh don't be sorry, we got a little carried away"

She could hear Cassidy chuckles in her head.

"I'm (Y/N), come meet my boyfriend" she took the tray from him and gestured for the guy to sit next to Elliot, who introduced himself. She then sat on the other side of the guy, putting her legs on both the men's ones; Elliot gave her a side glance at how comfortable she looked putting herself on this guy.

"Tell us..."

"Caleb"

She smiled, "Caleb, how does it work, your service?"

He proceeded to explain how they were a fancy club for couples who wanted to explore their sexual lives, he didn't know but the more he talked the more criminal sentences he was giving this place. Elliot was more than pleased to look at (Y/N) flirt and touch this man to give them everything and more they needed.

"And tell me, is there a way to have some... Incentives?" she got up to sit down on Elliot again, "you see my boyfriend here has a hard time with all my eccentricities, but he's willing to try tonight and I'm sure that with some magical helps he would love to have the both of us"

Elliot was dying under her caresses.

The guy was starting to negate the service when he jumped in the ring again, "we're willing to pay more, of course"

Caleb's eyes lit up then; he agreed and got up to a wall, pressed some invisible buttons and revealed a cabinet full of any kind of powders.

"Now the party can start"

This was (Y/N)'s signal to the team to start moving.

While Elliot was next to Caleb pretending to choose what would have been his poison, they heard some commotion from the outside. They didn't break character for a minute, (Y/N) was comfortably laying on the bed when Munch got the door down and declared the guy under arrest.

"Finally"

Now, the easy part was done: the club was shot down, the owners were arrested and the ADA had so much proof to put everyone working there behind bars that they even thanked the team.

The hard times were just about to start when an hour later they were still at the precinct doing reports; Elliot and (Y/N) didn't have a chance to talk yet and she was almost grateful for this, what could she even possibly say? Sorry if I devoured your face and I used our operation as an excuse to make out to you?!

She kept her head low and just wrote in the files for the entire time, she was also grateful no one said anything about their work -even if she was sure Cassidy and Munch had some sly remarks ready the instant she and Elliot walked out the doors, Olivia only threatened them if they talked. (Y/N) could sense Brian's struggle to shut up at the desk in front of her-

Meanwhile Elliot was just opposite her, on the other side of the room and couldn't take his eyes off of her; they were still in their clothes, (Y/N) just raised her hairs with a clip -which made her ten times sexier in his opinion- and got free of her heels. He did just half the report because he was too engrossed in looking at her, how calmed she seemed while she worked and how she bit her lip from time to time while thinking about bigger words to fill her papers. But mostly he couldn't stop thinking about how stupid he was to not talk to her yet, after he had the best kiss of his life and just wanted to repeat it forever.

(Y/N) was painfully oblivious to Elliot's stare, too preoccupied to avoid taking notice of Cassidy eyes moving from Munch to Elliot -they had practically cleaned her lipstick stains on Elliot's lips and neck for the amount of times they looked at them-

When she was done she got up, handed over her files and went away; she just squeezed Olivia's shoulder on the way, but didn't say a word to anyone.

It took Elliot the time she started the car and drove off to understand he had to move too, but only after Cassidy threw him an eraser and Olivia screamed at him to "go take his girl".

It made him smile to think about her that way.

The knock (Y/N) heard from her door were so strong and determined she instantly went to see whose was, she opened the door with a confused expression on her face.

"Hi"

She just made him space on the door to enter her apartment.

Elliot didn't know where to start, how could he explain things to her when he didn't stop and thought about it?! He inhaled a big breath and prepared himself for a big monologue.

This could take some time, hey

I made too many mistakes

Better get this right, right, baby

"First of all, I'm sorry" she was about to answer but he made a motion with his hand to stop her, "please let me get this all out first"

"Sure, right", (Y/N) sat on the couch and invited him to join her -she was actually shitting herself considering his tone, but she sensed that he needed this moment so she'd wait to do anything, even if she'd wanted to crumble right then and there-

Elliot took a place next to her, diverting his legs in order to face her. Ugh.

Tell me what you came here for

'Cause I can't, I can't wait no more

I'm on the edge with no control

And I need, I need you to know

You to know, oh, yeah

"I'm sorry if anything that I did, or didn't do tonight made you uncomfortable. I wasn't expecting the turn that took the night, but I must specify I was pleasantly surprised."

Maybe (Y/N) could restart breathing.

"(Y/N) you're an amazing woman, I admire you as a cop and I love working with you"

Why did this sound like a rejection? Or worse, a goodbye!?

"But most of all, I loved kissing you tonight"

Oh shit

He took her hands in his, "I know that we're supposed to be professional and I don't want to seem irrational right now, but I'd really fucking like to kiss you again, more then once"

She was flabbergasted. She couldn't form a thought, her jaw was on the floor and her heart was beating at the rate of a heart attack.

"Please say something"

So, baby, come light me up (light me up)

And maybe I'll let you on it

A little bit dangerous (dangerous)

But, baby, that's how I want it (how I want it)

A little less conversation and a little more touch my body

'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you

(Y/N) pulled him from the shirt and kissed him, more confident than before. She pressed him to her putting her arms around his neck, while his found her waist; she opened her mouth to taste his tongue and he fucking groaned through the kiss, she was ready to fight his tongue for dominance when he pulled away.

"So I guess you..."

"Yes Elliot" she kissed the corner of his mouth "I like you too" and then his jaw "and I really like to kiss you" moving to his neck "and I'd like to do it for quite some time, if you'd like"

"I would love to", he was turning his face to kiss her again but she got closer to his ear to whisper something, "I would also want for you to fuck me, like right now" and then she smirked.

She didn't give him time to do anything because she ran away to her bedroom; Elliot woke up from his trans and followed her, finding her in front of the mirror trying to get away from her dress. He came up behind her and took her hands' place on her zipper.

He unzipped it so slowly, kissing every inch he discovered and then let the dress fall at her feet.

"Fuck"

He palmed her naked breasts, still looking at (Y/N) through the mirror, her head fell on his chest from the pleasure.

"I think you're too much covered" she decided when she turned around and got unbuttoned his shirt with one powerful move.

"Ehi! I liked that shirt" Elliot himself knew he was only half complaining, "I like it better off" she fucking licked her lips looking at his bare torso.

(Y/N) kissed every part of his chest, from the clavicle to his pecs; she sucked one of his nipples and was happily pleased when she realised his breath was becoming more erratic. She trailed her tongue down all his abs until she got on her knees, asking the permission to unbuckle his belt and jeans.

"You can do me whatever you want love"

Love

She worked his clothes rather quickly and stopped only in front of his underwear: shit, he was big. But she couldn't praise him about his size yet. She palmed his boner and got excited enough to yank his underwear away and take his dick in her hands.

Elliot was dying of anticipation there.

After stroking him two times (Y/N) licked his shaft and he hissed. He was ready!

Finally she put her mouth on his tip and sucked all the dick down in her mouth.

"Holy shit", he grabbed her hair and she looked at him with big eyes before she started to move her head up and down. She was phenomenal. At some point she took his balls in her hand and started squeezing, "oh my- (Y/N)"

It took her two minutes of full bobbing before she had to take air, but she never stopped touching him, always licking on nipping his tip. When she put her mouth on him again she started to move faster and sucking harder. Elliot was a moaning mess up there, moving his hips in sync with her.

"Baby I'm gonna-" he couldn't talk, she gripped his ass and sucked his cock so much deeper in her mouth he couldn't even think before he shot down her throat. She kept moving her head until he stopped screaming for her and came down his high.

When she left his dick (Y/N) was smiling and Elliot loved this. He helped her get up, just to take her in his arms and put her on the bed.

"You were-"

"Amazing, I know" he chucked, "you really were", he kissed her neck then, lowering himself on her. He felt her wet panties to his cock, who was already recovering feeling her like this. He moved his hands through all her leg, stopping at her inner thigh and sensing her warmth. Elliot looked her in her eyes when he finally put a hand on her pussy. She hissed at the contact.

"You're soaked baby"

"A good cock might do this to me"

She wasn't even embarrassed to show him how much she wanted him; he smirked and slowly let herself free of her panties.

"Look at her, so pretty and ready for me"

His talking of her pussy made her involuntarily lift her hips, which made Elliot smirk even more before he put a finger on her clit.

"Mmmh"

"That's right love"

Fuck he was good with his fingers. She knew he was only giving his dick time to recover, but (Y/N) was enjoying every minute of his fingers entering her hole. She was gripping his forearm when he pushed his second finger in to "prep her for his dick", he said. She was sure he was just enjoying her so fucked up just by his fingers.

"El I need you, now"

His face lit up, "you sure?", she took his cock and aligned it with her entrance, soaking it with her wetness "I'm sure".

He pushed into her very slowly, he was relishing in every inch of her stretching to his length. When he was done he waited a few seconds to move, admiring (Y/N)'s face while she adjusted to his size; suddenly she moved her hips making him hiss and then start to pound into her at a determinate pace.

"God, yes"

She was feeling every inch of his big dick and she was fucking loving it. He moved so well into her while also paying attention to every other part of her : when he wasn't kissing her neck, he was squeezing her tits or whispering dirty things in her ears.

She was loving his dirty talk.

"Come on baby, let me feel you squeeze my dick"

(Y/N) never moaned so loudly in her life. One of her hands was gripping the sheets and the other was firm to Elliot's back to have him always there, pounding into her, extremely close and sweaty. When Elliot started playing with her clit (Y/N)'s eyes rolled so back he was afraid she'd loose them.

"I-I'm so close baby"

Fuck, she called him baby

Elliot became even faster and impatient to let her finish around him; she was a screaming mess while she cum but Elliot loved her clenched pussy around him. Before he could cum he pulled out and finished on her stomach, still patting her clit while he stroked himself.

It was the sexiest thing (Y/N) ever saw; the scene became even more erotic when Elliot went down and licked his cum from her skin and then got up to her face saying "it tastes like you".

She smiled at him and pulled him in her arms, "after you'd done a thing like this, I'll never give you away"

"And I'll never leave, love"

[mrdarcysdadbod]

I picked up another one of those "Jane Austen heroine solves a murder" books but this one is about Emma which is maybe the most correct pick for Murder Solving Austen Heroine. Anyway here's my list in order of most to least likely to (try and) solve a murder:

Catherine Morland - not only did she try and solve a murder, she invented a murder just so she could solve it. Iconic. Catherine would leap at the chance to solve an ACTUAL murder that she knew for SURE happened. Whether she's successful depends entirely on how closely the crime followed the plot of the average Regency CSI episode. Either she gets it in one or makes ten wrong guesses in a row. RIP Cathy you would've been the true crime girlie of all time

Emma Woodhouse - she's the smartest prettiest nosiest bitch in Highbury she has appointed herself lead detective (Harriet is the junior detective taking notes and gasping at the correct times) and she Will get to the Bottom of This. Sets up a dramatic reveal to accuse completely the wrong person, but in a way that lets someone else (probably Knightley or Jane Fairfax) figure out who the actual murderer was.

Lizzie Bennet - depends on 1) who died and 2) where. If there's any possibility Lydia did it she does NOT want to know and will interfere with the investigation. If it doesn't affect her personally she wants to know what's going on but is minding her business about it. If it affects her personally she's actually probably the most effective crime solver of the lot presuming she and Darcy can work together (if they're at odds her beef obscures her intellect) (i have not read death comes to pemberly nobody bring it up thank u)

Marianne Dashwood - honestly more likely to be, like, a witness or somehow involved with the victim and get accused of a crime of passion. I think she could figure it out to clear her name but she has to work around Elinor being like LET THE POLICE DO THEIR JOBS.

Anne Elliot - witnessed the whole thing bc the killer didn't notice her in the room. Fortunately Wentworth is willing to listen to her and it gets solved quickly.

Fanny Price - witnessed the whole thing bc the killer didn't notice her but nobody listens to her except the killer who then kidnaps her to tie up loose ends. Edmund rescues her and when he's like "why would you come after Fanny" and the killer's like "well she saw the whole thing" they're all like "Fanny why wouldn't you say anything" and she just stares into the camera like. Ok.

Elinor Dashwood - not her circus NOT her monkey also she's impeding the investigation bc the victim was Willoughby and she helped Colonel Brandon hide the body.

[former-incel]

This is from page 20 of Elliot Rodger's manifesto.

This man we were talking to… he patted me on the back and told me that I have a great life ahead of me. With a grin on his face, he told me that “in the next ten years, you’ll have a great time… a great time”. I had no idea what he meant by that. I wasn’t even thinking about my future at that point; I was living in the moment.

Now I know what he meant. Childhood is fun, but when a boy reaches puberty a whole new world opens up to him… a whole new world with new pleasures, such as sex and love. Other boys will experience this, but not me, it pains me to say.

This is a major reason why so many men struggle with loneliness and lash out at women because of it.

Boys are often promised unconditional success with girls. Elliot Rodger, when he was just 10 years old and wasn't even thinking about his future, was promised something that he wouldn't be able to live up to. He was told how awesome his teen years will be, specifically about his experiences with girls. There was no mention of any disabilities he'll have that hinder his social skills, no mention of any bad habits he'll have that turn girls off, no mention of any times he'll be bullied, no mention of any heartbreaks he'll experience, and no mention of any trauma he'll have to cope with.

Girls, on the other hand, are usually not raised the same way. From a very young age, a girl is often warned about all the bad things boys her age or even grown men will do to her. She's usually warned about that from her mother who experienced the same thing when she was teenager and also from her father who spent his entire life denying how horribly society treats women until he has to protect his daughter from that. So when she has bad experiences with boys, she's usually prepared for it.

But boys are taught to expect girls to like them without ever learning how to be likeable.

So if you're unable to figure out how to get women to like you, don't be angry at those women for rejecting you. Be angry at the men who gave you unrealistic expectations and a false sense of hope.

[abyss55199794]

Here's the playlist for where the series decides it wants to be scary.

unfinished 11 year old horror series save me.

[megalony]

Taking It Personal

This is a new Elliot Stabler imagine, I hope you will all enjoy it. Please let me know what you think.

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Main Masterlist

Summary: A suspect Elliot is investigating starts taking an interest in Elliot's wife, following her around to try and intimidate them. And Elliot doesn't like it.

Enjoy.

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When (Y/n) walked into the squad room, she was almost relieved when she saw that her husband's desk was empty.

It would be a lot easier to come here and do what she needed to do without being distracted by Elliot or indeed causing him a distraction when he was on the job. (Y/n) could come in, have a chat and leave without disrrupting her husband's work or that of his team.

Her hand tightened around her bag on her shoulder and she tried to block out the noises of the constant footsteps banging around, the slamming of drawers, the loud phone calls annd the clinking of cups and cultlery as people ate their dinners.

She danced her eyes around the busy station, thankful that no one seemed to have noticed her or paid any attention to her. Most of the squad knew that (Y/n) wouldn't be a victim or a witness coming in to give a statement or get advice. She was down here often enough to bring them results from the forensic lab where she worked and when she swung by to see Elliot or drop something off for him.

She bypassed the coffee station near the stairs and walked past Elliot's vacant desk which still held half a cup of stone cold coffee, long forgotten. And she lifted her head when she heard a door creak open to find Captain Cragen stood in the doorway to his office.

He had a calm smile on his features and he was clearly looking in her direction. It must have been clear that she needed some kind of help.

"Hi, are you looking for Elliot?" The Captain glanced his eyes around the squad room as if he was half expecting Elliot to waltz in and spot his wife straight away. But he knew Elliot and Olivia had gone out to do another interview with a victim and he wasn't sure when they would be back to the precinct.

"Um, I- I wanted to speak to you, if you have a minute." (Y/n) tried her best to smile and she tried not to fidget too much and give away the fact that she was nervous.

She didn't often have cause to come and speak to the Captain, she wasn't one of his officers under his command and forensics usually led her to the squad, not straight to Cragen. He heard the forensics through the grape vine rather than straight from the professional who noted them down.

And (Y/n) couldn't think of any other time where she had come down here specifically to see Cragen. Clearly he was having trouble recalling such a time too because a look of surprise flooded his face. But his eyes were kind nevertheless and he nodded, beckoning her in.

"Sure, come in the office." Whatever she wanted to talk about, he figured she wouldn't want to talk and broadcast it to the entire station.

(Y/n) followed him back into his office and nudged the door closed behind her. She smiled gratefully when he motioned to the chair opposite his desk and once she sat down, he did the same. She watched him rest his elbows on the desk so he was leant forward towards her and his hands clasped together as a look of concern flooded his eyes.

"Is everything okay?"

She suddenly had a great urge to laugh because part of her was telling herself that she shouldn't be here. She shouldn't be bothering the Captain when she knew he was a busy person and she certainly didn't want to cause issues for Elliot at work. But if she didn't talk to someone and something happened, it would only be her own fault.

With her bag on the floor by her feet, she began to drag her hands up and down her thighs in a vain attempt to calm down when her nerves were starting to go haywire again.

"I didn't know who to go to, a-and I don't want to worry Elliot, I might even be overreacting,"

"(Y/n), whatever it is, I'm sure you're not overreacting and I'm sure I can help in some way."

Chances were that she wasn't overreacting and (Y/n) knew that, but she still felt uneasy and a bit silly for being here. And she knew she should be talking to Elliot about this, but she didn't want to panic him. He was a worrier and always so protective over his family which was an amazing trait in him, but rather than worrying him (Y/n) thought talking to Cragen might help.

"I thought I was being paranoid, but someone's been following me." She couldn't look up as she spoke, she couldn't meet his eyes in case he smiled or laughed or thought she was being silly.

But (Y/n) knew she was seeing this person a lot more than a mere coincidence. He was almost everywhere she went and she never saw him veer off in a different direction or meet up with someone or do something ordinary. He just seemed to hang around wherever she was and walk behind her and go along the same streets as (Y/n) did like he was on a mission to watch every move she made. It wasn't normal.

She saw the way Cragen took a deep breath and nodded like he was trying to mull it over and think of the best way to approach this. He straightened up in his chair but kept his hands clasped in front of him as he finally spoke.

"Do you know who it is?"

(Y/n) rolled her lips together and shook her head. "I don't know him… but he knows my name- at least, he knows my last name."

Cragen's expression changed and his demanour changed almost immediately. His hands unravelled and pressed down into the desk as he looked away for a moment.

Now he knew why she had come to talk to him.

If this person was stalking her and he knew her last name, chances were it was someone Elliot knew. This could be someone trying to intimidate Elliot or a perp trying to get back at him and if that was the case then Cragen needed to know who it was and make sure it stopped. They didn't need someone with a vendetta against Elliot trying to harm his family and causing problems.

And (Y/n) knew that she couldn't keep this to herself, especially if it was someone involved with the team or under their watch. If she didn't tell anyone and something happened then she would have herself to blame.

(Y/n) reached her hand out to card her fingers through her hair, doing her best to try and remain calm and prevent herself from slipping into panic. She was safe here. She was in a precinct full of police and she knew he wouldn't have followed her here, that would have been too dangerous. At least for the time being she could calm down and being here for as long as possible might discourage him if he had indeed followed her here as well.

"I caught him following me the other day, so I waited at a crowded bus stop. When he passed me, he smiled and said Mrs Stabler. It's been over a week now and I wouldn't have bothered you, but- but he was outside the lab building when I left yesterday."

She watched Cragen's expression change and his fingers began to drum on the desk.

This person knew where she worked, and he knew her name. It seemed likely to infer that he was following her because she was married to Elliot. (Y/n) worked in forensics, no one knew what kind of work she did and no person charged with a crime would know who specifically ran tests on them. This had to be either some creep who was trying to get close to her or someone trying to get back at Elliot.

(Y/n) had almost cried when she came out of work yesterday and realised that same man she had been spotting nearby all week was stood outside. He had been slouched against the wall with his arms folded over his chest. He looked like he had been waiting there a while but his face lit up when he had seen (Y/n) leave. He had clearly been watching out for her.

As if a light bulb had gone off above her head, (Y/n) reached down and rummaged through her bag by her feet. When she found what she was looking for, she held it out towards Cragen until he took it from her.

He tried his best to steel his expression, but that tiny flicker of recognition on his face and the dilation in his pupils was enough of a giveaway that he recognised the photo. He knew the man (Y/n) had snapped a photo of yesterday when she saw him. She wasn't taking any chances, if he was following her to work she needed a picture to show to someone to find out what he was doing and what he wanted.

"Do you know him? Is he a suspect?" (Y/n) leaned closer, letting eagerness wash over her as she tried to get him to tell her who it was. Why he was following her. What this was all about.

"You leave this with me, (Y/n). I'll put a stop to it I promise, but if you see him anywhere near you just come back and tell me."

(Y/n) felt a great urge to sit and demand she be told who it was, but in the great scheme of things, maybe it was better if she didn't get involved. Knowing who he was wouldn't make it any easier and that wouldn't help (Y/n) if she decided to go and tell him to stop what he was doing.

It would be easier for (Y/n) to try and keep out of this situation and hope that Cragen- and the team- could put a stop to this before it got out of hand.

"Thank you." (Y/n) smiled gratefully and looped her bag on her shoulder. She could go home feeling a bit more at ease, knowing that this might just get under control now and that she shouldn't be followed around for much longer.

She took two steps out of Cragen's office before she paused, rooted to the spot when she looked ahead of her.

Elliot was at his desk.

He had come back in the short time that she had been talking to Cragen. Elliot was just shrugging off his jacket which he slipped over the back of his desk chair. And he began to unbutton his sleeves and roll them up to his elbows, but surprise flooded his face when he glanced ahead of him and realised his wife was here.

He didn't know she would be stopping by, although he couldn't fathom why she would be here to talk to Cragen of all people.

A dazed, confused sort of smile appeared on Elliot's face and one hand moved to his hip while he watched (Y/n) thank Cragen before she aimed towards Elliot. The closer she got, the more Elliot realised she looked a bit uneasy. Her fingers were itching around the handle on her shoulder, her eyes kept flitting from one side to the other and she was biting down on her lower lip so much that she was starting to draw blood.

When she got within reach, Elliot stretched an arm out and clamped his hand down on her hip. His thumb began to glide over her hip and he tilted his head to kiss her temple while his other hand cupped the back of her neck.

"Hey baby, everything okay?"

(Y/n) managed a smile at his words and she leaned forward into his chest, reaching out to hold onto his biceps as she nodded against him. "Yeah, yeah just work."

Elliot could feel his smile starting to fade. He wasn't so sure (Y/n) was here for work, she had never come to see Cragen before about anything to do with her work. And he knew each different expression and twitch and mannerism about her, he knew she was nervous right now.

And when he looked ahead of him and noticed Cragen was standing in the doorway to his office with his hands in his trouser pockets and his eyes focused solely on Elliot, he felt a cold shiver run down his spine. Something was wrong here.

"Elliot, in here."

(Y/n) felt the way Elliot's chest tensed when he breathed deeply and his arms tightened around her for a few seconds like he was debating going against Cragen's invite into his office. But he seemed to think better of it when he sighed into (Y/n)'s temple and gave her hip a squeeze.

He muttered "Don't go anywhere," against (Y/n)'s temple which he kissed longingly before he unravelled from her and weaved around her.

He shared a quick glance with Olivia who was on her way to the coffee machine but she rose a brow when she saw Cragen's expression. Had Elliot done something wrong? Had he pissed the Captain off at some point? What had he been speaking to (Y/n) about?

Elliot's hands flexed at his sides as he headed into the office where he was used to being scolded for something or being given bad news. He was never invited into the Captain's office for a good reason. Even when he was being told they had someone assigned to a case from a different unit or when they were getting more help for a case or new information. Nothing was ever good when he came in here.

But he tried his best to look calm and remain as professional as possible. He closed the door behind him without needing to be told, and he fidgeted from foot to foot as he stood at the side of the desk. He never sat down when he came in here.

"Something wrong Cap?" His expression remained stoic but he held his breath when Cragen looked down for a moment like he was trying to find the right words to say.

Cragen put his hands in his pockets and stood behind his desk, not bothering to sit down this time because this wasn't a formal kind of chat and he had a feeling Elliot wasn't going to take this news well.

"The Watson case, as if now you're no longer assigned to it. Munch will take over from you, focus on your other cases."

Surprise flooded Elliot's face and for a moment, the briefest hint of a smile pulled at his lips before he shook his head and moved his hands to his hips. What had he done to warrant this? Why was he being removed from the case when he hadn't done anything wrong? They weren't even at the trial stage of this case yet, they had so much work left to do.

"Excuse me?"

"You're off."

This time Elliot did laugh and he turned away from his Captain, moving one hand to rub at his freshly shaven jaw before he shook his head and turned right back to face him.

That wasn't fair. This was his case. Elliot knew these victims, he had a good relationship with them and they trusted him. How unfair would it be to make them have to trust someone else and get used to answering questions with Munch and having him prep them for trial rather than with Elliot who had been there since the first attack.

It made no sense to take him off the case now at such a crucial point when nothing had gone wrong thus far, and no complaints had been put in against Elliot.

"Why? I know the victims, you think Aleisha's gonna trust someone else to get her through an arrest and a trial? This is my case, we have Watson one inch from an arrest-"

He could feel his anger rising inside of him like he was boiling over and his hands clenched into fists at his sides as his agitation grew.

"And Watson is following your wife." Reaching out, Cragen grabbed the picture from his desk and thrust it out towards Elliot. "He's taking it personal. Now if we have to arrest him for stalking and then you're the arresting officer for these rapes he's going to say you're targeting him. You're off the case Elliot, for your family's sake."

All of the rage bubbling up inside of Elliot simmered down immediately like he had been doused in cold water.

His hands started to tremble as he looked down at the picture in his hands, staring at the scrunched up features of Arthur Watson, their prime suspect for three rapes and assault.

(Y/n) had taken his picture. He had been following her around for long enough that she had taken a picture and come to talk to Cragen about it. She was worrying, and yet she hadn't told Elliot about this.

And there was nothing he could do. He couldn't be the one to go and talk to Watson about this because it would be seen as inappropriate. He couldn't stay on the case because if he did then Watson would continue to get angry and riled up at him and he would try and continue to follow (Y/n). He might become brazen and try to talk to her or even go as far as to hurt her and try to make her another one of his victims.

Elliot had to revert back to some of his other cases or desk duty until this case was over and done with. He couldn't arrest or interview Watson, he couldn't go near him or do anything in case they had to press charges against him for what he was trying to do to (Y/n). And the charges would only stand if there was no impropriety on Elliot's part.

He barely felt himself shaking his head before he turned and swung the door open and burst out into the squad room. The photo in his hand clenched tight into his fist and his eyes set on his wife who was perched on his desk with her hands tangled nervously in front of her.

Trepidation flooded (Y/n)'s veins when she watched Elliot aiming her way with an expression like thunder and lightening rolled into one.

She was about to slide off the desk where she had been sat chatting to Olivia at her own desk but (Y/n) didn't get chance when Elliot bolstered over to her. He stood directly in front of her, nudging her knees until he could worm his way in between them.

(Y/n) dragged her eyes up and down his frame, nervously watching for any signs that he was angry with her because it was clear he had been told what had happened and that he knew the person stalking her.

Her nerves ignited and her heart jumped when Elliot's hand curled around her thigh while his other hand held out the scrunched photo she had taken which was now littered in creases. Showing just how harshly Elliot had scrunched it into his palm.

"How long has he been following you?"

(Y/n) didn't bother looking at the photo and she was glad when Elliot went to put it down on the desk beside her. Clearly neither of them wanted to look at that creep and give him the time of day.

"A week or so." She bit down on her lip when she watched Elliot sigh and hang his head forward as both hands moved to grip her thighs like he was using her to hold himself up.

She felt like she couldn't breathe when his head angled up and she felt his lips against the side of her neck.

"You should have told me. Has he talked to you, tried anything at all-"

"No, no, I swear. He- he just follows me, calling me Mrs Stabler… is he one of your perps?" (Y/n) didn't want Elliot to worry or think something bad had happened. This was why she had gone to Cragen, she didn't want to panic Elliot.

"Yeah, well not anymore. Cragen took me off the case so we can warn him to stay away from you. But if you see him again you have to tell me."

(Y/n) found herself nodding before Elliot even finished speaking, but her jaw went slack and her stomach fuelled with adrenaline when one of Elliot's hands moved from her thigh. She could scarcely breathe when he grazed his fingers along her chin and tilted her head back so she was looking up at him. They were so close that their noses were touching and his lips were close enough to touch.

"Promise me."

"I promise."

***

"There you go." Reaching out, (Y/n) gently handed over the pale blue watering can that was barely the size of both her hands held together.

She held out the watering can that was shaped like an elephant and watched as Jack carefully took it from her and proceeded to turn around and begin watering the plants. They didn't have many plants and flowers in the front garden, but they had enough to make it look homely and speckled with colour.

Jack's favourites were the white roses beside the front door, but he had already watered those, so now he was aiming for the daffodils.

Seeing that he was happy and focused, (Y/n) turned and moved across to the other side of the garden to water the few pansies they had growing beside the fence. It was nice that the sun was coming out and that they could come out into the garden and do a little work now. The back garden would be next where they had a few more flowers and little trees growing.

(Y/n) began to hum to herself and nodded her head along to the song playing in her mind and she almost drifted off into her own world. Right until she heard Jack trotting over to her.

The four year old tugged on her sleeve and started to lean against her leg like he thought she was a leaning post.

"Mummy, who's that?"

"Hm?" (Y/n) took a moment to look around, wondering who on Earth Jack had spotted out in the street that looked empty to her.

She knew Elliot wouldn't have come outside, he didn't like gardening and he was fixing something upstairs anyway. It always took him a while to do DIY, he liked to think he was an expert, but he wasn't the greatest at fixing things. That never stopped him though.

She scanned around for a second while her hand moved down to ruffle Jack's hair. But once she looked to the left, she realised who he had spotted.

"No one. He's not a friend, honey, finish watering the plants then we can go inside."

She gave him a little nudge to edge him back towards the daffodils he was watering. They needed to finish up and head inside and hope that Watson would walk past. He couldn't be here and he knew it.

Olivia and Cragen had told him that he couldn't be following (Y/n) or Elliot around and that if he went near them again, he would be arrested and a restraining order would be put in place. Not to mention he would soon be taken to trial as he was the main suspect in the case that had now been handed over to Munch.

Bending forward, (Y/n) watered the last of the plants before she moved and set her own watering can down in front of the bay window. Her hands moved to plant down on her hips and she narrowed her eyes as she stared ahead at Watson.

He had gotten closer. He was now leaning against the fence rather than hanging back a few feet away or slowly walking down the street. He was standing right in front of their home. This had to be some kind of intimidation. Maybe he thought hanging around and trying to frighten them would somehow get Elliot to try and make his charges disappear.

Well intimidation wasn't going to work, it was only going to rile them both up and make a stronger case against Watson. He was digging his own grave here.

When he continued to stare at her, (Y/n) sighed and took a few daring steps closer to the fence. She stayed a good foot away so he couldn't try and reach out for her, not that she thought he would. Every time he had followed her, he had never tried to grab her or hit her or make a move. All he did was greet her in passing and then follow her like a shadow.

But this was different. He had come to their house, he was here purposely either to frighten them or to try and talk or hurt them. This wasn't a coincidence and he couldn't be doing this.

"What do you want?" The tone of her voice gave away that she was in no mood to mess around or play games. He had to either say what he had come for or disappear.

A sickening grin spread across his features as he stepped forward until he was leaning against the front gate with both hands curled around the fence posts in front of him. He inclined forward until he was practically leering over the gate, causing (Y/n) to take a step back.

But when she saw his hand reach over and try to undo the lock on the gate, she reached out and slapped his hand away.

No way was he trying to come inside their garden or get into their home. They had kids here. Jack was here and the twins were upstairs, Watson wasn't getting anywhere near them.

"You shouldn't be here. Leave." Her words seemed to have no effect as if Watson was deaf and he simply stared at her with that horrid grin and his hands tapping against the fence.

Taking another step back, (Y/n) turned around and quickly moved over towards Jack who had finished watering the plants now. He was stood with his head angled to one side, confusion written across his face and fear sparking in his eyes.

"Inside, now. Go get your dad please."

It was clear that Jack didn't understand what was going on but he didn't need to be told twice. He scuttled up the path and through the front door, scanning near the living room before he remembered his dad had been trying to fix something upstairs.

He trotted up the stairs, panic gnawing at his chest as he hurried and turned at the top of the stairs, flinging himself around the banister where he almost collided with the step ladders.

There was Elliot, stood on the top step with a screwdriver clasped between his lips and the light fitting in his hand that he was trying to screw back in place now that he had fixed the dodgy wire.

Elliot snapped his head down, his brows furrowing when he felt the steps shudder and he looked to see Jack stood there, too afraid to try and climb up one step. His hands reached out and he grabbed onto Elliot's leg, giving his trousers a sharp tug to gain his attention.

"Careful bud, what's up?" He took the screwdriver from between his lips and began screwing the fitting back in place, although he kept glancing down to see what his boy was doing and what he wanted.

"Mummy said to get you… someone at the front gate."

A frown etched onto Elliot's features and he strained his arms a bit higher to get the last screw held in place. Once the screw began turning, Elliot looked down at Jack, who he now noticed looked panicked as he continued to cling to Elliot's trouser leg.

"Who is it?"

Jack shrugged and looked up at Elliot with those big round eyes full of panic. "Don't know, strange man."

Reaching his hand up, Elliot bashed the light covering back in place over the screws before he clambered down from the steps. He leaned down and slid his hands beneath Jack's arms, scooping him up from the floor in one swift motion and he held him against his chest as he turned towards the stairs.

"Okay, I'll see who it is, you go watch tv for me." Once he was downstairs, Elliot gently set Jack down to his feet and nudged him towards the living room. He didn't want him staying outside and watching in case it was who Elliot thought it was that had turned up.

God, he hoped not.

He could see the uncertainty in Jack's eyes, but once Elliot nodded at him and gave him a gentle nudge in the right direction, the four year old trudged into the living room.

Elliot barely got over the threshold of the front door before his blood ran cold when he looked dead ahead of him.

It was exactly who he thought it would be on their front. Watson. The man that had been warned to stay away or bear the consequences. The man that should be locked inside a prison cell by now if he didn't get such low bail. Either he had followed them home one day or he had a source to find out such information. Elliot knew it wouldn't be hard to find his address, he saw perps find out more secured information on a regular basis at work.

But the fact that he was bold enough to come here showed how unhinged Watson was and how intimidated he felt by Elliot to try and frighten his family like this.

Shudders crawled throughout (Y/n)'s skin when she watched Watson try and open the gate again. The moment he undid the lock and tried to push the gate forward, (Y/n) stepped closer and slammed it shut.

A small wave of satisfaction rolled through her when Watson hissed as the wooden gate slammed into his hand and bashed against his fingers.

"Move it or lose it." (Y/n) hissed as she gave the gate another whack to indicate that if he tried stepping onto their property, he would get hurt one way or another.

"You think you frighten me?"

No. No, (Y/n) didn't think she was intimidating enough to frighten an unhinged assailant like Watson, but she hoped that Elliot just might be.

She gasped when Watson suddenly reached out and clamped his hand down around her wrist tight enough to dig his nails into her skin. She could feel her fingertips going numb and shooting pains radiated through her wrist when he roughly twisted it to one side and yanked on her arm, pulling her against the fence.

But his touch wasn't on her for long before a familiar hand settled on her shoulder and a certain chest merged against her back.

She felt Elliot curving around her like a blanket, his chest pressing down against her while his right arm moved around her so he could reach out and grab Watson. He yanked on his hand until he had no choice but to let go of (Y/n) and once she was released, she felt Elliot swiftly turning her to the side so she was behind him.

Her hand moved to his shoulder despite the ache radiating through her wrist but Elliot turned to look at her over his shoulder. "Go inside."

She didn't want to. It didn't seem like such a good idea to leave Elliot out here with someone he could quite happily beat to a pulp. But she didn't want Jack coming out here and seeing a fight or thinking someone was going to get hurt.

Her hand squeezed Elliot's shoulder before she retreated to the doorway, not bothering to close the door because she wanted to keep an eye on them and what either of them might do next.

Once she was inside, Elliot finally let go of Watson, thrusting his arm back at him and giving him a shove off of the gate.

But he surprised Watson with his next move. Elliot opened the gate. He let it swing wide open like an invitation, and he took a step to the side so there was a clear gap for Watson to walk into the garden.

It would have seemed like a friendly invitation if it weren't for the way that Elliot looked right now. Stood there with broad, tense shoulders that were straining against his shirt, and hands that were now clenched into fists at his sides. His eyes were narrowed and his lips were tightly pressed together, showing how his jaw was clicking and shifting from side to side like he was desperately trying to hold back his rage.

"Come on." Elliot almost spat as his lips curved into an open-mouthed grin and he waved his hand to motion for Watson to walk onto the path. But the other man frowned, looking between the path and Elliot like he was expecting some kind of boobytrap to appear.

"Take another step. Go on, step over the threshold." Elliot began to tap his fingers against his hip as he goaded Watson to move, but it was clear he was confusing and starting to worry him.

He wasn't fighting back like Watson clearly wanted. He wasn't shouting or raging or trying to hit him or push him away from his home. he wasn't threatening to call the police or go and get his gun to wave in Watson's face to make him back away. All the enraged reactions Watson was trying to goad out of him weren't happening, and it was confusing.

Watson narrowed his eyes and looked Elliot up and down as if he suspected he was going to suddenly lash out and hit him out of the blue, but Elliot didn't move.

"Step onto my property, because then I have cause to detain you and use force to get you away from my family."

Once again, Elliot pointed to the path before his hands started to flex and twitch like he was starting to find it hard to remain calm and in control. And his smile was starting to slip into a menacing glare.

He wanted Watson to move onto his property because then Elliot had all the rights and reasonings he needed. He would be able to hit Watson- within reason- and he could detain him, pin him down, call for back up and get them to arrest him for trespassing with menacing intentions.

If Watson just took one more step then Elliot had every right he needed because he would be defending his family and stopping someone from damaging or entering his property without invitation.

His words seemed to sober up Watson because his expression changed into a grimace with his upper lip curled in distaste and he took a step back as if to ensure that he wasn't too close to the threshold. He wanted to annoy and intimidate Elliot and (Y/n), he wanted to frighten them, not be threatened and detained.

"You've frightened my kid and harrassed my wife. Now I suggest you walk away before I change my mind and call my Captain to come down here and arrest you. What'll it be?"

Elliot almost hoped that Watson would try and hit him or make a break for it by running through the garden to get to the house. He was itching for an opportunity to hit him, to throw him to the ground and call for back up to come and get him arrested.

But Watson turned around and backed off. He clearly realised that he wasn't going to get away with anything today and his chances were much better if he left.

He did reach out and slam his heel into the fence, causing vibrations to shudder through the fence right down to Elliot, but he didn't care.

Elliot stayed right where he was, watching with his hands on his hips as Watson disappeared down the street and finally turned the corner, out of sight. He stayed there for another minute or so, just to make sure that the creep wouldn't turn the corner again and come rushing back for another round.

A grunt left Elliot's lips and he slammed the gate shut and clicked the lock back into place so no one else would try and invite themselves onto their property. He rolled his neck from side to side and huffed as he aimed back towards the house.

He was still going to have to call Cragen and tell him that Watson had been by the house, that he knew where they lived.

The sooner Watson went to trial and got sentenced, the better it would be for all of them. Especially Elliot's family.

[l00kingatthem00n]

Descends from Above…

West… Give me Angst.. forsaken… forsaken single dad 007 angst…

━━ A PLEA TO THE WORLD ENDING.

WARNINGS: canon-typical violence, descriptions of death, descriptions of injuries, self-depreciation [from 007n7], and angst.

To think that he'd be within his consciousness again, contemplating the immortal mortality that you both have. Sometimes, he wishes that this could be the end. And sometimes, he wishes that it wouldn't be. But who is he to decide in a world like this?

DEATH IS NEVER THE END. To truly die in this limbo, the Spectre offers you permission from the salvation you’re kept from. Oh, but it never does and it never will. Never-ending is its procurement of twisted spectacles as blood and viscera are scattered about, with the cries of the woeful accompanying each sight. The others are resolute, more than 007n7 ever will be. While they remain unrelenting and unyielding beneath the oppression of the Spectre’s design, he wishes more and more to no longer struggle against the strife before him. The death that has come to him is mind-numbing. Each slash against his skin, each toxin that bubbles his blood, each spike puncturing his limbs, and each ember setting him alight; He so loosely holds onto the fine strands of what he calls his sanity. However, what keeps him somewhat complacent about all this suffering, is you. You, who despite everything, have chosen to stay with him. 

Therefore, 007n7 knows this isn’t the end. It isn’t the end for him. It isn’t the end for you. Nevertheless, the two of you are going to die, undergo its excruciating process and have your lives violently stripped away. And what cruel irony it is, that your mutual undoing is once again by that of which you both loved: C00lkidd. He was just a boy, just your son. Then, he was something else, something like the monstrosities that lurk within the deepest recesses of this purgatory. That doesn’t take away the fact that you still loved him- He still does too, of course he would. That’s his world, that boy is and always will be his world. And he sees the disbelief, the pain, the grief, that finds itself on your features as you can only witness somebody so innocent slaughter others so relentlessly. He knows it too. He remembers the first time he felt so relieved to see his son, only to be met with a deep wound that burned his flesh. 

Yet, as he could think himself numbed to the possibilities, 007n7’s mind works against him. It’s nothing more than a thought. A thought so improbable that it feels useless to entertain. Even then, the others have become nothing more than corpses, splattered gore that serve as grotesque decorations to the carnival you’re both stuck within. Now, you’re curled against his side, trying to stifle your frantic breaths with your tears welling from another one of your son’s cuts. All of the medkit's scattered about had already been exhausted, used in a messy attempt to preserve Elliot’s life. It didn’t work out. Everything after that was a chain of miserable happenings. Cautiously, he lets out a sigh as he peeks on either side of the shambling buildings you’re both hidden against. He tries to think; He does. But, your pained grunts and stifled cries reel him from any rational thoughts. He lingers on all the misfortune that could befall you. He lingers on what really scares him.

That you will finally die like this. 

007n7 could care less about what happens to him, well-being nothing more than an afterthought to him. After all, he thinks it’s only fair. With his history, with his heartlessness on his conscience, it’s only fair that someone like him is met with the worst. Should he be nothing but gore, viscera remains- It means little to him. Though if it were anybody else, if it were his son or if it were you? Then, he’d think it’d be undeserving, nothing but absolute blasphemy. For 007n7 would let himself lament in limbo forever because he sees himself fit for such a fate. But, maybe this fate is worse than what he desires. This is worse than a tortured eternity or death itself. He is nothing but weak and helpless as he watches his son kill you. Again, again, and again. 

“007n7,” You softly his utter name.

He returns to the present moment, blinking hastily at your call before realizing that he’s only been standing there. He kneels next to you as you sound like you’re about to hack your lungs, especially as the waves of blood trickle from between your lips. Yet, as if the gashing wound across your stomach was nothing, your hand gently intertwines with his. 007n7 sheepishly looks at you. His trembling fingers reciprocate your almost reassuring affection as he squeezes your hand. In the distance, you can hear your son excitedly rambling. It’s indistinct but you could figure out what he would have been saying. You tilt your head upwards, admiring the canopy of imitated stars above the two of you. Then, you let out a long sigh.

“We’ve got two whole minutes before it’s over,” You grunt. “Our chances are slim,  no way we’ll be making it out together- even at all.” 

“...Maybe, he’ll be exhausted?”

You snort at his words, “Did we not raise the kid, 007n7? That boy has lots of energy, I doubt he’s going to suddenly wanna nap.” 

There you are again, making light of the devastating situation you’re in. You’re smiling at him, and he can only sheepishly return your unbothered expression. Maybe, just maybe, that if you were to both die like this, then he’d be okay with it. Despite the grime and blood that covers your visage, the gore that’s been made of your body, and the exhausted expression faintly woven into your features, you look content. 007n7 could never exactly know how or why you find yourself so resilient in these oppressive circumstances. Though that is what he loves about you most, that you’d always soothe his worries. And so, if you and him were to finally have the world end before you, he wouldn’t mind. He’d hated to leave his son alone, leaving him with the possible realization that he had killed his parents. The sentiment stays the same. He’d like to die with you in his arms beneath the mimicked starlight. 

“Well, we did all we could,” You weakly hum before coughing. “Ghrg- I’ll…I’ll see you again.”

Again. You’ll see him again. He purses his lips together in a thin line. His nervousness is brief, but it’s ever evident. Will you be seeing him again? Will you be there again? Will you close your eyes, let death wash over you once more, and will you return to that cabin like nothing had ever happened? You seem to catch onto his incessant worries and you click your tongue disapprovingly. Your other hand, though heavily soaked in your blood, reverently cradles his cheek. You’re a little clammy. You’re a little stiff. You’re a little cold too, maybe too cold. 007n7 eyes widen for a moment before he closes them in contentment. His lips are gentle against the top of your head. For all that has transpired so far, within your arms, he feels safe again. That momentary reprieve barely lasts.

“Where are you? Let’s keep playing!” Your son whines, the noise echoing throughout the carnival grounds. 

Then, before you know it, hasty footsteps make their way to your shambling shelter. C00lkidd's malformed figure peeks from the wall and the grin on his face only widens. Without any warning, he lunges at the both of you with the Firebrand clasped loosely in his hand. Quickly, you push 007n7 out of the way and he stumbles forward. What happens after is blurry, the stress dulling his senses but he can commit the noise to memory. 

An all too familiar song and dance. You’re screaming for him to run and he can hear the crackling embers from the sword. His son is laughing ecstatically, unaware of the life he’s ripping away from you. And all he can do is run, run as his world ends again. You’re going to die. Maybe, he’s going to die too. But, to truly die in this limbo, the Spectre offers you permission from the salvation you’re kept from. And so, death is never the end. 

AUTHOR'S NOTE: @rosehollowed WAKE UP BRODIE 007N7. this was actually really hard to write purely because i think a struggle a lot with writing angst BUT OH WELL!! im fine with the end product right now :) anyway, hi everyone!! we should be back on schedule LOL. i got to do some stuff, but we'll see how it goes.

[0coffeeplease0]

Forsaken Survivors + Killers x Amanda the adventurer GN reader(PLATONIC)

Note: This gonna be some sort of headcannon, and I chose to do this because I love Amanda the adventurer, especially the fan-made song and the lore, and I'm nervous on how this will turn out.

Warnings: horror, demon, death, ooc characters.

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Prologue: You don't know how you got here, you can't remember anything, where was Wooly?

You don't know if you were free from that hell, maybe They had done it...but you still feel IT inside you, maybe you were free from that world...or were you?

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Headcannons

This headcannon would be about your normal side, aka not letting them see about the demon.

☆Survivors☆

Noob

• He was confused on how a litteral child was here, but he also found you cool.

•He likes hearing about your adventures, he wishes he could go out and explore with you!

•Noob isn't one to share his food with anyone, but since you're his BEST friend, he will give you half of his burger or he would give you a soda.

•Noob had found out that you're short-tempered, you snap almost at everything, especially towards Chance.

•When rounds start Noob would try to stick with you to keep you safe since you were a child.

•Sometimes Noob couldn't stay by with you for much since he would end up dying early or he is in a different part of the map.

Elliot

•He would mostly be worried about why a child like you was here, he is worried for you.

•He would give you slices of pizza to cheer you up whenever your upset or angry.

•Elliot would be like a older sibling to you, he'd be protective over you.

•Now the time Elliot would be very worried would be when the rounds start, he doesn't know if the killers are capable of KILLING a child.

• Elliot wouldn't hesitate to take a hit for you if it means that you'll be safe.

•Elliot has noticed your big tantrums especially when he sees Chance tease you about something.

Guest 1337

•He would try not to get himself close to you, he dosent need any attachment.

•Guest would be surprised that you had managed to appear here, but he would most likely be surprised that you were just a kid.

•You would sometimes remind him of his daughter, he misses his family alot.

•In rounds he would be near you if your doing generators to keep watch and make sure you aren't hit.

•Guest thinks that the killers wouldn't hesitate to kill you, even if your a kid.

•Guest had noticed you throw a tantrum, bet he also saw something, he can't explain what it was, but...he's getting suspicious...

Two Time

•Something is wrong with you, and they want to know just what it is...

•Two Time has noticed that every time you were upset or angry there was a slight change in you...

•They beg to the Spawn about whatever was going on with you, it would be revealed.

Shedletsky

•He was confused on how you arrived, he didn't mostly expect a child to be here.

•He wouldn't mostly be around much so you both don't interact much.

•He's suspicious about you.

•Are you really innocent?

•Shedletsky is a bit wary, he dosent trust you very much...

Builderman

•He would be neutral about you.

•He thinks it's risky for you to be here so he would tell you where some healing stations would be if you get hurt.

Chance

•He is annoying 24/7 make you wish that you were back in the tapes than stand him.

•He would steal something from your bag, something important and he would tease you about it and get on your nerves

•He would stay around you a bit to keep you safe from one of the killers.

•annoying ahh

Dusekkar

•He knows that something is off...

•Something about you isn't right...

•Just what are you hiding?

Hamburger man ()007n7

•He would worry for you, he wonders how you got here.

•You remind him of c00lkid.

•He would be fatherly towards you.

•He'd tried to stay most of the time with you in rounds to make sure you are safe.

•Considers you as his child.

KILLERS!!!

1x1x1x1

•He dosent care how you got here.

•They see you as someone weak

•She would target you first, thinking your an easy target.

•They were wrong, you knew how to dodge attacks and run away, and since your small you could easily hide and that's what makes him annoyed and angry.

•They noticed that you were talking to someone in one of the rounds, but it wasn't a person, it was as if you were talking to a ghost...

•She thinks that there's something you're hiding...

John Doe

•Dosent care

•He would almost instantly notice something off with you when it was his turn in one of the rounds...

c00lkid

•A new friend to play with!

•He would target you first.

•He would not hesitate to harm you.

•He notices how his dad is around you, it makes him feel...off...

•He dosent like you.

Jason

•...

Demon Revealed

Survivors

Noob

•He is terrified...what was that thing?

•Noob would be afraid by the revelation, he would fear you.

•He dosent know how to consider you anymore...

Elliot

•terrified.

•He had saw it all happen, the way it appeared out of no where.

•He is scared, he knows that you must felt scared that he and the others would leave you.

•He would push his fears aside and comfort you.

Guest 1337

•is in shock

•He would be hostile towards you.

•He dosent know if he should trust you, he would keep an eye on you.

Two Time

•He knew it...

•He knew there was something off with you

•He would beg to the Spawn to make you dissapear next with that Thing...

Shedletsky

•He would be slightly frightened but kept his ground.

•He would be around a bit more in case you loose your temper and make that thing appear again.

Builderman

(Idk what to put here ;( )

Chance

•Surprised.

•He was intrigued.

•He wants know how it all happend.

•still an annoying ahh.

Dusekkar

(Idk ;( )

007n7

•Was it all happening again?

•He was terrified.

•But he didn't want to loose you like he lost coolkid.

•He would comfort you.

•He'd make sure your temper was low.

c00lkid

Killers

1x1x1x1

•if it was in a round, they would be slightly surprised, he would try to kill the demon, but it was almost impossible.

•Dosent change their opinion about you.

John doe

•No opinions.

•will try to kill you and kill it.

c00lkid

•Yay another one to play tag with!

•honestly dosent care.

Jason

•...

Ending note:

Sorry if this is bad and doesn't reach what you had in mind 😓

[pearlescentparade]

If its fine or im not bothering you but..

Can u pease do a forsaken elliot x reader where they own a baby pet chicken and is over protective of it? Id like a fluff :D

(Please please i rarely see forsaken x reader)

THIS IS SO RANDOM BUT SO CUTE OMG....

roost 🍕 elliot x reader fluff + a pet chicken💝

rush hour at builder brother's pizza is nothing short of hectic. lines upon lines of people are waiting to be served both inside and outside of the establishment, many of whom just got off work and simply opted for pizza dinner. elliot, being assigned to cook duty today, juggles between building pizzas and keeping an eye on the ones cooking in the oven. images of pizza or soda continue to pop up on the order screen ahead of him. everytime he submits an order onto the conveyor belt to the boxing station, another takes its place instantaneously. it feels almost never-ending.. but it's no biggie for builder brother's best employee!

at this point, elliot's working on auto-pilot. he doesn't even have to look as he tosses another pizza into the oven! maybe he should've though, because the fire alarm starts to blare. elliot winces and groans at the deafening noise interrupting his highly efficient workflow, a red tint flashing in the kitchen as it wailed.

what could've possibly set it off? he didn't accidentally throw a soda into an oven, did he? no, he hasn't done that since his rookie days... he'd know the difference between a whole pizza and a cold soda! and he most certainly didn't use any pizza with bugs crawling all over it...

oh well, only one way to find out.. elliot nabs the fire extinguisher on the wall near the door to the cashier area, aiming the nozzle and putting out the flames with the extinguishing agent. white chemical solution permeates throughout the room, and when it settles, elliot opens the pizza oven to discover the source of the problem...

a terrified, soot-covered, baby chicken.

"woah- hey little buddy! now's uh.. really not a good time to be in there.." he's quick to take the chicken out from the oven and gently plop it on the floor where it's safe. the chick chirps in distress, furiously flapping its wings at the pizza boy as he puts his hands up in defense. rightfully so, it almost got baked alive!

"hey, i'm- i'm sorry! truly! but how was i supposed a chicken was in the kitchen? ...how did you even get here in the first place??" seriously, nobody saw a whole animal waltz into the building and decide to say anything about it? the chicken only stares up at elliot, its big beady eyes peering into his soul. his heart twists at the sight. it's so young.. could it have been separated from it's momma? it's practically a lost baby.. and it wouldn't survive for very long by itself (considering that it has displayed absolutely zero survival instincts)... and you did say you want to get a pet...

opening the pocket of his work uniform, elliot securely stows away the baby chick. now that that's settled, it's time to hit the rest of these orders!

...

imagine your shock when your boyfriend comes home with a chick after texting you that he 'had a surprise for you'.

the creature fits in the size of your palm, as you both stare at each other with curiosity. "oh my- elliot, where did you get him from?! and why is he so dirty..." "i-i don't know, he just appeared while i was working! ...he uh.. must've rolled around in the oven charcoal. good thing i found him before anything happened, haha..!" nervously, he shrugs, hoping you don't prod deeper. while elliot hates lying to you, he would hate to tell you that he almost cooked the fella alive even more. you wouldn't let him hear the end of it.. "ohh, poor guy! let's get you cleaned up." as you march to the bathroom to run a bath for your new friend, elliot lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. he then trails after you, following you to the bathroom to help with cleaning the chick.

the chick splashes vigorously in the bubble bath as you attempt to wash out the dirt from between his feathers, excitedly zooming around the tub. from the sink, elliot supervises with instructions for how to clean a baby chicken pulled up on his phone. soon enough, you've completely gotten rid of all the soot and reverted him back to his sunny yellow coat.

"he's so small.. what if he gets hurt or sneaks off somewhere when we're not looking? oh, and he'll get colder much easier.." you express your worry with knitted brows as you carefully dry him off with a small cloth. for something his size, everything can be dangerous! even something as mundane as a ball could easily squish him if it lands on him. "maybe we oughta babyproof the house? i could ring up builderman tomorrow and ask him to install some baby gates to keep him from running everywhere! until then, we can use some makeshift stuff."

and so, operation: childproof the chick is a go. first things first, you need a way to know when he's on the move!

"look elliot! this collar has a bell and a bow!" "we might have to adjust it a bit considering how small the guy is... but he'd look so cute!"

all your doors and windows are to be tightly shut and locked at all times, so the chick can't slip out and get eaten by a hawk or something. and finally, double-check appliances before turning them on (elliot suggested this one). you considered having the little fella sleep with you in your bed, but the fear of accidentally squishing him when you roll over is very real. instead, he gets a small but well-furbished crib padded with blankets.

in the next few days, builderman comes over to help. all elliot told him is that you two wanted some extra security precautions. the engineer is all smiles and jokes until he reaches your shared bedroom and spots the crib.

"...now, i don't mean to pry into your guys'.. 'personal' business but, are you two er.. expecting?" elliot quirks an eyebrow, "expecting what?" builderman vaguely gestures with his hands, "y'know, any.. 'bundles of joy' on the way? i know kids these days are excited to settle down and all." "whaddya mean?" you and your boyfriend share a mutual confused look. cheeping emits from the crib, and as builderman peers into it, he realizes there's been a misunderstanding. "..ah, nevermind."

while you do have a baby, he's more of the feathery kind.

(parade postscript: just realized that about half of this drabble is only elliot and how he met the chicken </3 sorry)

[forsaken-headcanons]

Askbox open while i'm thinking about my headcanons I can't stop winning. Unorganized 1x1x1x1 headcanons :3 some of these are kin related? i think??? so don't shoot me to death if they're Wrong 👁️👁️💧

Snake hybrid,,, pit viper specifically. He has a green snake tail and teeth :] Tail is also transparent with the bones like her torso I think that'd be fun

Child 1x who would run to hide behind Telamon/Shedletsky/Whatever whenever they saw any pit viper predators (whether it was just a normal animal or a robloxian hybrid didn't matter even though they. probably wouldn't be in danger with either)

Pre Hatred Corruption 1x that would try to help Shedletsky with wing preening (Chicken Hybrid Shed,,,)

1x that needs the door or a window wide open in order to sleep (I'm aware the hyperbolic time chamber is some goku meme reference let me have this)

Let's c00lkidd braid her hair even if it ends up looking bad because Child

Only knows egg recipes. Has hunted down 007n7 during a round to ask how to make food for c00lkidd (tried asking Elliot since she worked in fast food but the sentinels did Not want the killer near the healer) (“7. The child has requested a grilled cheese, but whenever I place the cheese on the stove it just melts.” “I- That is NOT how you make that”)

Used to be more brutal when actually killing Shedletsky, but has also grown tired of the killing loop. Revenge isn't all that satisfying when she knows he'll just respawn in the survivors cabin and be right there again the next round they're killer

Helps comfort c00lkidd with the realization that he's killed his dad + others until the spectre makes him think it's just tag again.

^ It did Not go well the first couple of times (“I killed my dad 🥲” “good job 👍” “[sobbing]” “uh...”)

Post Forsaken (let me have hope) 1x that goes with c00lkidd and 007n7. Mostly because they don't wanna go with Shed or back to the hyperbolic time chamber, partially to keep an eye on c00lkidd (the chicken is their only reference of what a father figure is so they do Not trust 7 lmao)

^ I think it'd be funny. Snake unofficially adopted into a healthy family dynamic what will it do

-warm eggs anon (if that's not taken. looks at you with my eyes)

1x1x1x1 that is NOT how you make grilled cheese goodness gracious. him only knowing about egg recipes is funny as shit btw. yoinked. yolked, even

welcome, warm eggs anon! hehe. warm eggs warm eggs warm eggs warm eg

[ikamigami]

Why Doctor calls Poppy by her name?

It just occurred to me today that Doctor never called Poppy by her experiment number.

She's one of two experiments Doctor calls by their name and not experiment number with another one being Yarnaby.

With Yarnaby it's quite obvious why Doctor calls him by his name. Yarnaby wasn't only a guard dog for Sawyer imo. I think that Doctor wanted to have someone who would look up to him and only him. Someone loyal that would never leave his side. Someone that wouldn't backstab him.

But why Doctor calls Poppy by her name?

It's as clear as day that he despises her even if just because she's Elliot's daughter.

I know that Poppy's experiment number is kept as secret cause it's important as it could help as determine when exactly she was made.

But from in-game perspective - Doctor doesn't have any reason to call Poppy by her name and yet he still does that.

My guess is that it's due to more personal reasons. We still don't know how exactly relationship between Harley and Elliot looked like. But I think that their relationship was close. And my intuition tells me that Sawyer knew about Poppy during his time at Young Geniuses Program.

But what do y'all think is the reason to why Doctor calls Poppy by her name?

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Which bachelors do you think would be the biggest fools when drunk? I mean absolutely shit faced

OKAY OKAY I HAD TO DO SOME THINKING ABOUT THIS— But I think I've got a solid list down anon. [From most shit-faced to least shit-faced]

Sam: My reasoning is— I just feel like Sam isn't really much of a drinker to begin with, tbh? I'm not saying he would never drink (He strikes me as someone who has one drink and would just sip on it throughout the time he's with a group of friends. He's not screaming social drinker, but I can see him sipping on something to feel the buzz). Anywho, in the case of him accidentally not pacing himself and getting drunk, I feel like Sebastian + Abigail are going to experience either an extremely happy-drunk Sam or sleepy Sam. He's getting shit-faced as hell.

Alex: Lol he's a jock, for the sake of him wanting to stay healthy and not risk damaging his body in any type of way. I can't see him drinking either but in true jock fashion, he's definitely having his fun at a party or two so here's my thought process; he's getting the type of shit-faced that you'd only see in movies. Throwing up, drinking out of kegs while doing a handstand, probably kissing a few girls/dudes. The whole nine yards. He wouldn't be an absolute pain in the ass to deal at the start but once he starts throwing up then that's when you've got a problem.

Sebastian: Super in the middle between "not getting shit-faced and getting shit-faced". I don't know why, but I have a sneaking suspicion that he'd be able to hold his alcohol decently [Probably about 2 maybe 3 drinks]. Once he goes over that limit, I don't think he'd act stupid, but I think he'd act even more emo than he already does pfft. I'm talking acting all sad + probably wanting to sit in a corner trying to keep the room from spinning too much.

Harvey: I was tempted to put him higher in the list, but hear me out on this one, IT'S THE MUSTACHE. Agree to disagree with me on this one, but I have yet to meet a man with a good mustache who couldn't hold his alcohol. It comes with the territory. Either way, even if he were to get shit-faced drunk, I still feel like he'd be weirdly classy about it. He'd stumble around a little, maybe even become bolder (with his words rather than his actions), but he's retaining some sense.

Elliot: Another one I was gonna put higher on the list based on how quickly he started dancing in his saloon cutscene after one sip 💀 (But I'm standing firm on the idea that he wasn't immediately tipsy/drunk after one sip but more so just acting goofy/funny for the farmer, generally just adding good vibes to their hangout). But outside of that, I think he can hold his alcohol pretty well??? I can't see him getting shit-faced tbh, only super drunk to where he becomes a sleepy drunk or maybe even a romantic/bold drunk. Out of everyone on this list, I feel like he's the one you're getting an impromptu confession from.

Shane: Okay, putting aside that infamous cutscene of him on the cliff— he's the last one I'm expecting to get shit-faced. Sure, he'll get into a depressive/reflective mood when he's super drunk, but he's not acting completely stupid while drunk. I have to give him a little respect and say that he can hold his liquor lol. Not to mention, even if he could get shit-faced, you'e not seeing it. I imagine that when he plans to get aboslutely piss drunk, he's doing it in the privacy of his room or somewhere completely secluded.

a/n: Lol, this is coming from someone who doesn't drink. I had a few drinks once before, and I plan to never have a headache like that again 🫡